Petal. They're parts of a flower. Surely you've heard of them. They grow out of the muck and still manage to look pretty.
I am comforted. It's like being wrapped in a warm fuzzy blankie of comfort with a bucket of warm lemon curd and a spoon within reach.
Look. Being decent goes against every shred of my being. I'm not here to make friends or be nice. I have to go back to work and find the rat's arse that decided to send me to Genosha.