[itp: flower fortunes!]

[konekonoclaw]

...what's wrong with my flowers?

[Ken is working in a small flower garden outside the Mara house. There are lots of flowers! But there's something strange -- the petals are all closed up. He picks one from the ground, and the petals open, revealing:]

"A closed mouth gathers no feet?" What's that supposed to mean?

((ooc: If you pick a flower,

Comments

[tarnished_salt]

...that's an odd thing for a flower to say.

[konekonoclaw]

It's sort of odd for a flower to say anything.

[tarnished_salt]

Well, that's true. Let's see...

*picks one*

"He who throws dirt is losing ground."

[konekonoclaw]

Don't throw dirt, throw rocks.

[tarnished_salt]

*chuckles*

It's usually more effective.

[konekonoclaw]

I always thought so.

[tarnished_salt]

It's like they're trying to quote old sayings, but aren't quite getting the concept.

[konekonoclaw]

Maybe if I could afford the good fertilizer.

[tarnished_salt]

Do you think it would help?

[konekonoclaw]

It might make them smarter.

[tarnished_salt]

That's a good point.

[konekonoclaw]

Not sure we'd want that, though. The mistletoe is smart enough.

[tarnished_salt]

...very true. I really don't think we want to give camp any excuses to make that more intelligent.

[konekonoclaw]

You haven't gotten caught in it, have you?

[tarnished_salt]

Not since winter, for which I'm profoundly grateful.

[konekonoclaw]

[just nods]