[That was a treasure, what the heck. She worked so hard to get that out its floral prison-that whole 20 seconds she spent on the ground is now wasted. That's fine. She'll hold it for him, until he comes to his senses and if not, the rock has a comfy new home in her pocket. She's not leaving it on the ground.

But it's weird, she said purple flowers, but doesn't recognize either of those names. Definitely can't place what they might be, or which is which, not that it particularly matters. The entirety of his yard is beautiful. Maybe she can make a fort under the lavender, once she figures out which is which.]

You can ask the butterflies to not bring their friends. They would listen to you and then you could see those pretty things all the time.