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You reckon it's best to follow Lucy's methodology for this session - Opening a line of communication with the anomaly. "So, got any ideas what topics we should discuss with this?" You make a vague gesture towards the anomaly.
Lucy chews on the end of the pencil you graciously provided for her. That's your only one, c'mon. "I can think of one really obvious one, sir!" She points at the flowers that gently sway despite the lack of wind in here. "N-not sure how it v-views its flowers but it couldn't hurt." The flowers stop in place for a brief moment before they start swaying again.
You can't think of a better one off the top of your head. "So. I wonder if it has any flowers it likes more than the others."
"I-I'm a fan of the petunias myself!" Lucy kneels down by the flower bed. "O-oh! Weird..." She points at the two flowers that spawned from your previous works. "They're just like your eyes, huh?"
"Yeah, that's the reason we're wearing the PPE right now." You join Lucy by the flowerbed. "Otherwise the pollen it makes gets all up in your nose. Flowers grew after that."
"Ah! I-I was wondering, haa. Y-you're lucky it only m-messed with your head." Her voice immediately deflates. Ah, best change the subject.
"Haha." You crack a weak smile. "I got lucky with this one. It's nice to just watch the flowers. If you can ignore the, uh, body underneath."
"Mmh!" Lucy nods in agreement. "I wonder how it takes care of them."
"I haven't been tending to them, at least."
"Well, then we have a pretty good gardener here! Miss LIMBO, which flowers do you like the most?"
The many squirming arms with grasping, yearning hands immediately lock up. Did it not expect to actually be addressed? <span class="mu-b">It's aware of its own title if it knew Lucy was talking to it.</span>
"And if you would be kind enough to answer," You also address the anomaly. "How do you take care of them? We were hoping to get into growing our own flowers."
>2 SUCCESSES!
A voice is just barely audible over the rustling of its many flowers. "With. With love. And dreams." A hoarse and feeble voice croaks out from underneath the flowers. Whoever is underneath that flowerbed hasn't spoken in years.
"With dreams, miss?" Lucy scribbles down what the anomaly said. It doesn't respond verbally but the flowers shift and twitch as if they're intimating a nod. "Interesting. That's yet another mention of dreams."
"Can you point out which flowers are your favorite?" You ask the anomaly.
Its hands shake and tremble as it follows your order. Three fingers point to three specific flowers. One is the grey poppy that grew from your first work order. The other two are a pair of wilted, desiccated white petunias. Its hands tremble as it continues to point at the wilted petunias over and over again.
"Aw, they're all floppy." "Hrm. Would you be okay with us tending to them?"
The anomaly whispers something. <span class="mu-g">You can't quite make out what it's saying but you think it's glad you offered to help.</span>
