Frederica: Aster, come this way! Frederica: This place has potting soil, but it has the potential to be elegant. This swing, that table, we could have tea parties here while admiring the view from the window. ... Aster? Aster (shaky, breathing hard): ... I don't feel good. Frederica: Is it anxiety? Here, lavender's supposed to be calming. Would you like some space? I'll go. (Iggy the service dog is here to help! Always ready for pets and crushing Aster's soul back into her body.) (Aster, after a long calming down session): This place might not be so bad.