[Marth is in the greenhouse. He's not tending to the flowers, mind you, but it would seem he is planting some. Bellflowers. He's picked an awful lot to leave at Midna's door. She'll come home and drown in them. Or maybe they'll all be dead. It's rather hard to say. All the say, he's planting bellflowers
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I get you're probably wanting more t'pick, if you're the guy with all've them in the greenhouse, but you gotta be patient with flowers. If it's not the right time, they won't grow right.
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This was not a random choice. And while I have picked some, I have not yet exhausted our resource for them. I planted the original ones, with a lovely orange-haired companion. I will do my very best to ensure their safety.
[He smiles. Marth is nothing if not the utmost sincere.]
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What's the point've all this symbolism, anyway? You're putting an awful lot of effort into gardening for the sake of something other than the plants. They notice more than you think. [Vinnie smirks.] They get jealous, too. And bein' so damn melancholy around them'll make them feel it.
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So it is not melancholy you detect. That is thought and contemplation.
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Then I do hope she hurries up.
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He hastily draws back from whichever flower he was planting and he tries to sit back in the only comfortable way he knows how.]
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When did you get back?
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[She lightly taps a finger against her cheek. Neverending smirk.]
Last Friday. You seem as though you've kept busy.
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MAYBE SHE'S JUST BEEN WATCHING HIM THE ENTIRE TIME. OH, JEEZ.
It's like Marth has suddenly lost all of his pent up masculinity. Then again, what else would one expect from a guy planting flowers? Marth clearly hasn't thought this one through.]
Ah... Not... so...
[He stares at the flowers he's already planted.]
I was just waiting for you to come back.
[And now he's dying of embarrassment on the inside.]
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Make happy those who are near, and those who are far will come... For a bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song.
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Those are some rather pretty words, Miss Mei Ling. I may not feel they fit all, I certainly do find that they stir the heart.
Perhaps then, I shall find myself only so fortunate that the canary will share that song with me.
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