[She quips as follows suit, stepping towards the poor sod's opposite side, knife forward. A moment later, and she blinks, clearly caught by the rose's scent as well, but mostly... confused by it. There is much she mourns, much she wishes she had not lost, and yet the things she wants most do not have much of a smell. Or a tangible form, really. So the smell of sweetcakes seems more out of place than anything.]
... What an odd scent for a flower to have.
[really, she shouldn't be surprised by anything anymore but c'mon that can't be that useful--]
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[She quips as follows suit, stepping towards the poor sod's opposite side, knife forward. A moment later, and she blinks, clearly caught by the rose's scent as well, but mostly... confused by it. There is much she mourns, much she wishes she had not lost, and yet the things she wants most do not have much of a smell. Or a tangible form, really. So the smell of sweetcakes seems more out of place than anything.]
... What an odd scent for a flower to have.
[really, she shouldn't be surprised by anything anymore but c'mon that can't be that useful--]