Dee squeals as she's tickled, giggling madly. "Hey!" More tickles for you, Hooks!
DG-Victor blinks. "Wait -- you don't mean naturally grown rainbow, right? I thought you had to dye them."
"Well, we can grow rainbow-colored roses, but yes, in non-mad-science worlds -- or non-Lisa ones -- they're dyed," Butterfly Boy tells him. "You cut the stem and put each piece into different colored waters, and the rose soaks it up and dyes the petals. It's pretty fascinating in its own right."
Forgotten stares at Data as he relates the meanings of daisies and violets. "Er -- yes, I believe 'I will never tell' applies to secrets. . .I'm from the Victorian era and you know more about flower language than me," he adds, laughing and shaking his head. "Then again, I never had much chance to practice with a sweetheart. For violets I was just thinking of Lisa's tendency to stay with all of her paramours for as long as possible."
"I don't know if we have white. . ." DG-Victor takes a look, sorting through the flowers. "We have some blue! Those should be acceptable, right?"
"I suppose we could add some purple to mine," Alice says, taking hers off with a playful smirk. "I've caught you staring at me with a far-off grin enough times, after all."
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DG-Victor blinks. "Wait -- you don't mean naturally grown rainbow, right? I thought you had to dye them."
"Well, we can grow rainbow-colored roses, but yes, in non-mad-science worlds -- or non-Lisa ones -- they're dyed," Butterfly Boy tells him. "You cut the stem and put each piece into different colored waters, and the rose soaks it up and dyes the petals. It's pretty fascinating in its own right."
Forgotten stares at Data as he relates the meanings of daisies and violets. "Er -- yes, I believe 'I will never tell' applies to secrets. . .I'm from the Victorian era and you know more about flower language than me," he adds, laughing and shaking his head. "Then again, I never had much chance to practice with a sweetheart. For violets I was just thinking of Lisa's tendency to stay with all of her paramours for as long as possible."
"I don't know if we have white. . ." DG-Victor takes a look, sorting through the flowers. "We have some blue! Those should be acceptable, right?"
"I suppose we could add some purple to mine," Alice says, taking hers off with a playful smirk. "I've caught you staring at me with a far-off grin enough times, after all."