[The laugh is a little surprising, and the smile just as much so, but the shock doesn't last long before Guzma is charmed by the child's pleasant air and crouches down beside them, looking over the little bushel of blooms carefully, tilting his head to one side.]

Stubborn...heh. Kinda like you, huh? [He chuckles, then moves toward the river and pulls out a water holster - made by the resident Keebler twins - and fills it up with fresh, cold water. Absently, he muses over the thought of there being any fish in this river...heaven knows he'll need to stock up on supplies himself.]

Y'know, there was a story 'bout something like that back when I was growing up. There's s'posed to be a pokemon what makes flowers grow - 'nuff to cover a wicked as place like this, even.