"Ah..." He looks embarrassed. "Yes, the Grim does have a certain... fondness... for death flowers..."

"He gets high off them."

"Ms. Gomes, that is rude," he says, sharply.

"Really! That's cool. Do you know how they're grown? I have a somewhat risky profession, is all, I'd like a way to not accidentally kill myself drinking strange chemicals, actually."

"Well, if you're dead, you won't be able to offer the Grim any flowers," reasons the enrobed person.

"Sure, but... he shows up on death, right? So I could just hand him the flower then."

"I haven't heard of the recently dead offering the Grim flowers."

"Oh. Hm. Could I pay in advance?"

"...perhaps. You might need to ask him yourself."

"Well. I should have the flowers first, I suppose. Do you know how to grow death flowers?"

She knows to use this phrasing, because if she were to ask 'How do you grow them' as if her conversation partner has object permanence, they'd ask 'Grow what?' Ask her how she knows. It's because she lives here, and talks to her coworkers.

"I don't know enough gardening to know."

"Oh, well. Thanks anyway. You seem to know a lot about the Grim Reaper, are you, uh, friends?"

"I work for him."

"Roman is a Grimtern."

"Oh." That's a job??? Apparently she should have spent more time looking at potential jobs! Not that she'd have chosen another, but, just to know about them. "What's being a Grimtern like?"

"We help with most of the menial work the Grim prefers to offload, such as making sure deaths are occurring as scheduled or ensuring the office has enough notebooks. But some people who work at the Headless Quarters help the Grim directly."

"I heard the Grim wants to retire."

Ensuring. The office. Has enough notebooks. Okay. Sure. Makes as much sense as anything else.

"Would someone else take over the job, if he did retire?" she says, bewildered.

"If anyone would, it would be Mr. Yahontov."

"I heard a rumour he is the Grim's kid."

"You seem to have heard many rumours, Ms. Gomes."

Roman has a weirdly high level of conversational awareness, as these things go.

"Is Mr. Yahontov also likely to accept death flower bribery to look the other way for a death?"

"I do not know Mr. Yahontov very well."

"Hm. Thanks anyway. What's Mr. Yahontov's first name?"

"His name is Alexei Yahontov."