Well, it persists in Lucifer's thoughts, too. That he's going to wake up and they're all going to be gone again, at once. Shouldn't be a problem, shouldn't have ever been a problem, but it is, and it haunts him.

He chuckles at the mention of gardening, because he has..... actually kept up with it. At this point it's both a joke and something to fill his day with, because he can't really just shut his mind off and list away through decades like he did in the Cage. He has minutes and hours and days and months and now over a year to fill.

"I could always use a hand."

He gets up then, gets an actual plate of food, but retakes his seat and settles into the odd familiarity that they've cultivated.