Well, yes... [The smile turns to a smirk as he returns the basket to the edge of the bath.] Mostly them, honestly. No sense of humor, for one thing. Terrible fashion sense, for another.
[He takes a big fistful of petals in his good hand, slowly letting them slip between his fingers. Crushing the last few tightly between his thumb and forefinger.]
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[He takes a big fistful of petals in his good hand, slowly letting them slip between his fingers. Crushing the last few tightly between his thumb and forefinger.]