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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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[hascoldhands]

... Ms. Scarlett?

*Yes I did forget how to address her--winnar.*

[rosemarynthyme]

Ami. It's a camp thing.

*iris for Ami!*

[hascoldhands]

Ah, I see. I'm sorry.

*Accepts! And has canon flower but hell if I know what it is :Dd*

[rosemarynthyme]

*iiiit looks like a lily? Iunno, I just google*

It could be worse. I could be handing out ammunition.

[hascoldhands]

*Works for me. Excellent.*

That could be considerably bad, depending on who you run into.

[rosemarynthyme]

I do not want to give Ash weaponry.

[hascoldhands]

... Certainly a memory I could have done without recalling, yes.

[rosemarynthyme]

He's been given some?

[hascoldhands]

There was an incident here some time ago involving PETA, an overzealous mecenary, and one too many flash grenades.

[rosemarynthyme]

... why.

[hascoldhands]

I...didn't want to ask. After the hours it took to put everyone back to moderate health.

[rosemarynthyme]

I hate this place.

[hascoldhands]

You've had your share of excitement with Ash, I take it?

[rosemarynthyme]

I've heard stories.

[hascoldhands]

Ah. Well, be glad--some things are really only believable first hand. He is a very sweet and honest boy. But...his mother forgot to put his brain back he's easily overexcitable.