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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.

[spring_spring]

Well I suppose that's better than some things here...

[rosemarynthyme]

Like what?

[spring_spring]

Well, people have been forced to wear strange outfits, or some of the other camp effects can be rather inconvenient...

[rosemarynthyme]

I've already had cat ears.

[spring_spring]

Oh? Even that's not so bad, though... or would you rather just be turned into a cat?

[rosemarynthyme]

It's already happened once before.

[spring_spring]

Really?

[rosemarynthyme]

Yes. Back home.

[spring_spring]

Well, then.