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[rosemarynthyme]

[We have one (1) pissed off love angel with a basket of flowers. It is in fact the TARDIS of baskets, containing unlimited amounts of every flower known to humanity plus a few others. Around her neck is a sign saying "Flowers are the New You". She feels compelled to give people flowers that describe them.

Make her suffer. :D]

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[spring_spring]

Flowers...?

[rosemarynthyme]

[h-hands over an orange rose with not a lot of grace]

Yes. Flowers. This is yours.

[spring_spring]

*...okay then?*

A camp thing, I suppose?

[rosemarynthyme]

Yes. I have to give people flowers. Even if I don't know them.

[beenwithamazon]

Ooh, flowers! Are those for me?

[rosemarynthyme]

*blinks at you, then hands over forget-me-not*

They're to share.

[beenwithamazon]

So are you just unbelievably sweet, or did camp stick you here with the sign?

[tucks it into a pocket]

[rosemarynthyme]

Stuck me here with a sign. I am grateful that I am not dressed as Santa Claus and have to listen to snotty brats talk about Christmas.

[pridenorshame]

Sign does not compute.

[onthenightroad]

TRES ♥

[pridenorshame]

Father Nightroad.

[onthenightroad]

TRES I have a present for yooou!

[bewareofnun]

But I liked the Old Me.

[rosemarynthyme]

[hands over a sprig of rosemary]

Camp said I had to.

[bewareofnun]

Thanks? [turns it over, inspecting]

I wonder why. . . was there any explanation?

[rosemarynthyme]

No. Just that I had to.

Rosemary means remembrance.

[yuumama]

Why flowers?

[rosemarynthyme]

[hands over a peach blossom]

I don't know. I'm just handing them out.

[yuumama]

Huh. Isn't that just special.

[rosemarynthyme]

No. Camp does this sort of thing all the time.