♪ That's terrible to hear, now it's something I'd hate to fear to lose a friend to which you've grown close what's wrong with the people we call host? ♫
[She tenderly caresses a few flowering leaves, utterly amazed.]
♪ But these are so amazing to behold of life like this I've only ever been told stories and poems and things much the same nothing like the things from my home aflame ♫
[But alright, cut the music for a serious moment. She was totally singing of her own accord there, to fit in.]
What do you call these? Besides flowers. They're all flowers? [Even the grass?]