This event may be wrecking havoc on everyone else's carefully-maintained facades against the mortifying ordeal of being known, but Epsilon has never shied away from sharing his positive regard for others, nor from being 'known' in any capacity.

Besides, there's a pretty finite number of people around, and even fewer that Epsilon knows.

However.

There are

A LOT

Of plants.

So many, in fact, that at any given moment, Epsilon can assuredly be found speaking to one or another--a strawberry plant in Ginko's garden blooming with delicate white flowers (adorable!); a tree so weathered and battered, drowned, and recently burnt that it should surely be dead, yet is nevertheless persevering to put out new leaves (strong and brave!); the actual grass on Enso (which, in full fairness, has probably had it harder than any plant on any of the islands, but which is apparently comprised of some truly breathtaking shades of green.)

As it's a bit difficult to run out of flora, Epsilon's compulsion is such a uniquely massive and endless undertaking that pretty much any time one encounters him, he's talking to a new and apparently equally wonderful plant.

Someone, help this nymph. Or at least distract him. Please.