1.1.01.01.014: flowers are not to be picked, they are to be enjoyed by everyone.
[Eddie's on camera. He's grinning. This isn't meant to be public, but it isn't. He's on deck, so you can see the stars behind his head, and a greenhouse in one corner.]
Jane! Jane! JANE! [he's raised his voice. Oh no. The camera turns to some flowers - all the colours are overly bright, and quite obviously artificial, to anyone with normal sight. They're incredibly vivid, and might give you a headache if you look too long, but this doesn't seem to bother Eddie too much.]
We got a garden! [He pans across a small few beds of flowers, all in variants of vivid colours - even the leaves are a slightly unnatural green]
Brilliant. I could kiss someone.
[pause, and he realises this is public, so thinks he ought to say something.]
Um. Nobody pick our flowers. They're... there for public enjoyment.
Jane! Jane! JANE! [he's raised his voice. Oh no. The camera turns to some flowers - all the colours are overly bright, and quite obviously artificial, to anyone with normal sight. They're incredibly vivid, and might give you a headache if you look too long, but this doesn't seem to bother Eddie too much.]
We got a garden! [He pans across a small few beds of flowers, all in variants of vivid colours - even the leaves are a slightly unnatural green]
Brilliant. I could kiss someone.
[pause, and he realises this is public, so thinks he ought to say something.]
Um. Nobody pick our flowers. They're... there for public enjoyment.