[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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He looks to the flowers once more, straightens out his tiara, and looks back to her.]
I believe I am done planting for now.
[A pause.]
Let's go do something together.
[Why yes. A spontaneous date. Right then and there.]
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Right now?
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[He'll steal you for the rest of your days, Midna. You had best get him a leash.]
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[She just so happens to have a variety of leashes available. Would you prefer the blue or the sparkly black one, Marth?]
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[Can he have the blue one? It'll match most of his clothes, you know.]
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