*While running around in the park one day Willow runs into a thicket of bushes* Willow? Willow honey, where are you? (Webby)
*Reggie picks up the baby* hey sapling. Gotta be careful. That bush has some pretty nasty thorns on him.
thank you. (Bushroot) *a large plant thing, with big teeth comes bouncing over. it licks Willow’s face, as if it’s a dog*
*she giggles* Puppy! (Willow)
What is that?! (Webby)
Spike… Sorta like a pet. (Reggie)
Spike! Spike! Spike! (Willow)
Interesting choice for a pet, Reggie. (Webby)
*he blushes, and shrugs* what sort of pet would you expect from me?
Oh, well I suppose a plant dog is perfect for you! *she smiles awkwardly* Sorry, if this is rude, but, how are you a plant?
*his smile falls* experiment gone wrong… Now I’m just like this forever…
Oh.. I am sorry. *she blushes a little* you look nice in green
… You think? *he blushes more*
*nods* and I very much like your hair.
You… You do?… No one has ever told me that before.
I think its a very nice color!
Well... I like your dress.








