The flower turns its face a little more in towards Morrison's direction; all of them are more aware of people now that Pamela is nearby. Speaking of, the good doctor takes a deep breath in, preparing to say something...what, exactly, is lost as she gets a lungful of thin air beneath faint fabric softener.
"They are flattered," is what she settles on after she gathers her wits about her again, voice rising from the center of the stems. "The sunflowers, that is. They think you're not too bad looking either."
The sunflowers all nod in the same graceful motion. Pamela doesn't leave her hiding place just yet, though. Instead she pops a piece of her muffin into her mouth.
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"They are flattered," is what she settles on after she gathers her wits about her again, voice rising from the center of the stems. "The sunflowers, that is. They think you're not too bad looking either."
The sunflowers all nod in the same graceful motion. Pamela doesn't leave her hiding place just yet, though. Instead she pops a piece of her muffin into her mouth.