[ Eventually he picks out one that he likes. What the actual criteria for this choice are is questionable. He imagines Takao would yell at him for making arbitrary choices and pretending like he knows what he's talking about when he's definitely not a botanist. Then he remembers that Takao isn't here and his gaze steels a little, but he doesn't let it out otherwise. He whole-ass picks up the tree by the pot to carry it. ]
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This one.