I'm sure we have some somewhere. But being a critter, half the time, I try to avoid the smelly stuff. It burns my nose unless it's natural. Like real flowers and stuff. But er... There's a few department stores? And there might be a section in the supermarket but I imagine it's limited. You could make some of your own? The flowers in the meadow are still alive under the snow.
I hope I don't sound vain when I say I like how he put it. I have a big mouth and a big heart and sometimes the wires get crossed.
Oh, I'm not saying He did it. Just the divine power that brought us here. Maybe. It's too creepy to think that it might have to do with the books that practically fill the place. I don't want to think that Sean's death is written down in one of them. That it was written in stone. Some big stupid plan.