Words of the Constant
Flower
It's pretty, but it smells like a common laborer.
To match my rosy cheeks.
Are there any bugs on it?
Funny, this isn't the type of rose you usually see in the wild.
I have far more pressing things to do than pick flowers.
I don't have time to stop and smell the roses.
I love to garnish with edible flowers.
Confections flavored with rose water, perhaps?
A flower from Freya.
Were that I smelled half as sweet.
I am filled with the irrational urge to stomp upon it.
This is wrong.
We agree that flowers are nice.
Bright red petals! We love it!
They are bright and cheery. Yuck.
Prickly and blood red...
It's a wildflower. I'm unfamiliar with the species.
Ah, a Rosa Macdub... what's it doing out here?
I don't have time to waste on flowers.
I'd like to burn this flower in particular.
A bit cutesy.
Not sure how to feel about that...
They are very pretty.
Wolfgang tried to crush it, but it pricked him.
That's nice.
Not very satisfying chopping, that.
Friend!
Pretty! Pretty friend!
Perfumed petals to pick and pluck.
It's as red as I am.
Glurgh, such ugly plant.
Creepy, florp.
MY APPRECIATION FOR BEAUTY IS LIMITED
A REVOLTING SYMBOL OF HUMAN LOVE