[She seems to be sated for now, letting him lead her to the table for the two of them to sit. The book is pushed her way and she wastes no time in opening it, turning the pages one after another. There are many flowers she's never seen before, or if she has, she isn't familiar with their names. Unsurprisingly, her gaze falls to a picture of a bundle of blue roses, one of her dainty fingers pointing to the illustration.]
These are my favourite. I had a dress with blue roses once.
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These are my favourite. I had a dress with blue roses once.