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"Your dad's my best friend!"
Leader of the 7 Colored Flowers, the golden flower
How far are you willing to go for the people you love?
Would you fight for them? Fight with them?
Would you fight fate itself?
Would you die for them?
What do you really believe in?
Is that what you want? Or is it what you think someone else wants?
Whose will is stronger? Are you willing to find out?
Your dad's his best friend
“I appreciate your promise to silence. There are certain things people want to keep to themselves, and this. . . is one of mine.”
As Flowery contemplates, Chara settles themself back into the grass; they pick at the bandaids on their fingers, thoughtful as well. They wonder if Flowery is going to ask why they keep a poisonous plant as part of their garden. Maybe he won’t think of it.
“Oh. You do not owe me anything. I am simply trying to be. . . kind.”
Chara doesn’t like debts — whenever that be owing a debt or being owed one. The idea is icky in their stomach. The child hums, picking at a stray thread on their sweater.
“- oh! That is right. I have not told you. My name is — Chara.”
This man is a Darkner. Chara feels like telling him their last name will only bring more confusion, so they decide to not admit to it. Besides, it doesn’t matter. Their last name. Their connections to players parallel to those in Flowerys life.
It would only complicate things.
"Hey, live your dream. I wouldn't want to trample on it. Even human's need a place to grow sometimes."
He's being soft about it. But he's an emotional guy, and there isn't anything deeper to his actions. The kid's nice to flowers, so this flower will be nice to him. That's all there is to it. Not that he has any reason to blab about this garden in the first place.
"If you say so, Chara. But you'd be surprised at how many people just... aren't kind. I knew a- Heh, look at me. No point in getting too nostalgic."
Flowery leans back further, finally lying down in the field of flowers. He closes his eyes and breathes deeply, the flowers' aroma soothing his mind. All those things he can think about: his failures, his concerns, his King, is there a reason to worry about it at all? It's all so far away now.
Only joking. He's not going to give up on his dreams, no matter how far they are.
Flowery rises to his feet. "Sorry to interrupt, little guy. Just needed to rest for a minute. A flower's work is never done. And there's some... people I need to find."
Because he'll find them, sooner or later.
He gives the kid a two-fingered wave, and the flowers seem to bend away from his footsteps. "If you need anything, leaf it to me. Wouldn't do to leave a friend of flower's waiting. But I'll be growing. Things to do! Somewhere. Ciao!"
"I.."
It was hard to say anything-- to be so hard on herself, to be down about it all.. when Flowery kept cheering her on like that. Smiling his usual smile, that she knew sometimes could just be bullshit-- but, this one didn't seem like that at all. Sure, maybe most of it was to just keep her hopes up.. but at the very least, he was aware that she had tried. Even if her methods weren't the best, if the tape was the only thing at her disposal..
She wanted him to be okay. She really, truly wanted to see Flowery again one day-- and the rest of the flowers, too.
And in that moment, Susie was really glad it could be here. Where he was safe. Where he really was.. in one piece again.
".. heh. You sure are corny, man," forming a fist with her hand, she brought it up to lightly knock against the man's chest; managing a bit of a smile. "Even if it wasn't the best job.. we're gonna get Asgore back, and he'll fix you up even better than I could. That's a promise."
Her fist loosened, instead resting her palm on him; giving him a few light pats.
"It's really good to see you, Flowery. I'm glad you're here."
Eventually, she brought her hand back down-- just at the same time that the flower gripped her shoulder even tighter. Oh, right! That would probably make him feel a lot better about things, too!
"Sure did! Actually, when I went to grab the tape for you, and I came back upstairs.. Kris found it!" her mood seemed to perk up at that, hoping the news would bring Flowery some comfort after everything that happened. "They were already digging through your dirt when I came back upstairs-- could've let me know you were gonna tell them, y'know. Weird to tell me to keep it a secret when it wasn't.. but! What matters is we've got it! I know we're away from Hometown and stuff, but.. we're gonna get the third one as soon as we're back, and make everything right again. I swear it."
"Heh, not Corney, Flowery. Get it memorized," he says, flicking at his hair. "But I'll believe in a princess' promise."
She seems relieved. All things considered, Flowery wouldn't have been surprised if all three members of the Fun Gang weren't thrilled to see him. Did the things he did in those last few minutes really sway them that much? He was only doing what he wanted.
But that leads them to Susie's excited news. Kris knows.
His smile doesn't fall further. He just nods instead. His hand tightens for just a moment. And then he steps back, smiling as widely as ever. "Glad to hear such a thing! I'll put my trust in the two of you. Together, you'll... Heh. I don't even need to say it, do I?"
He'll have to trust them. He can't do anything else. Besides, others' secrets aren't his to share.
"But hey, let's not gloomy this reunion. Sun's shining, Sus. Better to enjoy it!" says Flowery, flashing her a grin. "Listen, I just grew into town, but I can see you've put down roots. A place like this, with no fountains, no schools, must be nice! And with your friends, too! It's great!"
That part is truthful. Susie's a good kid; he's happy for her. Like all dreams, this will need to end eventually, but she can enjoy it while it lasts. Maybe he can too. Free from the burden of the dark worlds, away from Asgore and the other Flowers. Lonely, but he'll find ways to entertain himself.
Flowery glances up, the wind ruffling his hair and clothes. "You know... it's been years since I've seen the real sun. Better to make the most of it, you know? Just... wanted to make sure you three were alright."
Kris - and the Soul - do indeed know how Flowery feels about Kris. He hasn't outright said it, but, they know.
(Or maybe Kris is simply projecting.)
"Yeah... living my dream... Could say that I guess." Kris really wishes they weren't. Whatever. It isn't like they have any right to burden Flowery with their issues. Though, the flower is far more observant than Kris would like, so they aren't looking forward to being called out about how... miserable they look and sound.
Especially when they think about how that day ended.
Flowery... probably isn't going to make it in Hometown. So here... it's probably for the best that he's here rather than there. Kinder. The question distracts them almost immediately, thoughts quickly shifting to what could be considered "the boys."
Well... that'd probably be Susie and Jax they guess.
"... Well," Kris rubs the back of their neck. "... usually I'd hit up Jax and see if he wants to go set off fireworks or eat a cold pizza at the playground." Or setup makeshift rage rooms to break shit in. "And Susie and I like to just... do whatever sounds fun." Kris averts their eyes. "There's a diner I like to go to sometimes, when I just want to be alone... I went to it a lot when I first got here. They have good hot chocolate."
They pause.
"... Have you ever actually had hot chocolate before?"
They'd better be. What else could they be doing here? Free from the weight of the prophecy, free from... well, everything. A fresh start. Wouldn't they enjoy something like that? And yet, they look like they haven't had a good night's sleep in a week or two. Flowery doesn't enjoy their suffering- they're Asgore's kid, after all. But they're not his responsibility, either. Imagine a Darkner, say, adopting the kid into their home. Now that would be crazy.
"Heh, The Diner... You really are Goregore's kid. No better place to relax and kick your cares away. Especially with The Boys. It's great you have Susie here, the two of you are... well, I'm happy for you. And even more The Boys! I remember when- Hah, well, no point in getting nostalgic..."
He hears things from Asgore, and Kris would come to visit occasionally. As long as they're doing as well as they can, there's not really any reason for him to get involved.
"Hot chocolate? No, I haven't. Flower's don't need a thing like that, do they? Maybe I could've, I was just busy," says Flowery. "You've enjoyed Green's cooking, right? I bet they could've whipped up a fresh hotcoco, just for you, guy."
It takes him a few moments to realize if Kris was doing more than just making idle conversation. "Are you... offering? No need for that, Kris! C'mon, I'm your dad's best friend! His kid taking me out is... that's not how it's supposed to go, is it?"
It's hard to get a read on this kid sometimes. Flowery steps a little closer, leaning down to get a better look at Kris. Of course, they don't look so good, but they also don't look... quite the same as they did earlier.
"You alright, Kris?" he says. "Maybe instead of The Diner... you should just go home. Get some rest. It's been a rough day for you, hasn't it? Wouldn't want Gorey's kid running themselves into the ground."
this is the only flowery-tenna dynamic i can see. tenna is losing his mind. flowery is looking cool.
"I literally have no idea what you're saying, man."
"You're a tough nut to crack, guy! I couldn't be any clearer."
"We'll call it even. I got places to grow, can't just hang around all days."
"So long! Keep flowers bloom in your heart!"
With every word, Tenna isn't sure what to say. What he could say to someone so... unbothered by all of this! Hell, he wants to shout at this stupid little thing in his vision, who seemed to be far better at turning his words right back around and boomeranging them into his face.
What sent the Darkner into a white-hot rage was the mention of Asgore's television. That he had one. And whomever made that fountain made the conscious effort to silence something like him.
"--THEN SCRAM!"
With that final word on the subject, several bolts of lightning crash-land onto the concrete at once, filling the air with an uncomfortable static. Like before, the Flower is unharmed--hair standing on end, perhaps, but completely fine. If anything, the discharge was to startle, or perhaps make a point that gets lost in translation. That he used any of his harmful magic in such a space was evidence of his temper--it's something contrary to the image he's built as friendly in this city.
Without another word, the CRT storms off, smoke billowing from the vents in a head that was running too hot to be in the sun like this. Nothing about this encounter went the way he wanted.
Let him shout and bluster. Flowery glances over as the lightning magic puts scorch marks on the concrete and the smell of ozone in the air. He feels the fabric of his collar stick to his skin, his hair tingling slightly.
But through it all, he smiles. Sure enough, the TV guy gets the last word, and then stomps away. Honestly, he hadn't expected the so-called reunion to go like this. He'd barely even done anything- it just took a few thorny comments and the guy went off the deep end. Nothing especially vicious, even, just some... observations.
With his free hand, Flowery sighs and takes out his phone. He doesn't really care what the TV guy thinks, but there's one part of their little chat that left him dissatisfied. So he thumbs through his contacts and selects one of the few familiar names.
[TO:] sussie [FROM:] flowery [>] hey sus, you know that tv-headed darkner? funny guy [>] what's his name?
He literally never introduced himself. Talk about rude!
All of that and keeping the smile. Not a twisted one, either--that same, if fake, happy-go-lucky grin. He'd at least hoped to rattle the guy a little! And now look where it got him; there's the sound of a groan from how hard his fists were clenching. That nice-guy host front starts to crack.
"And what, you do? You're nothing but sentimental--you don't even--of COURSE I don't even have to think about it! Ralsei gets it! Asgore kept you around and alive all those years and you have to THINK about--I--YOU--RGH! You stupid little--!!"
"Do NOT patronize me, you pipsqueak pansy! The only thing stopping me from flattening your skull in the biggest book I can find is the fact that your HIS, got it!?"
"And unlike SOME Darkners in the family, I care more about HIM than his little SCIENCE PROJECT."
...And yet, the threat doesn't really seem to be genuine, despite the intimidating theatrics.
("Tell me to kick back, he says... I'll kick my shoe back right up your ass, how 'bout that...")
Jeez, change the channel. Someone find the remote and turn the volume down. Hit the mute button. Unplug it.
The TV's voice peaks a bit as he shouts, static coming from his speakers. Flowery feels just a little bad; he hadn't meant to push him so far. But maybe the guy was at the edge anyways. Maybe it wasn't pushing so much as gently gesturing.
"I'm not a Darkner," he says, tilting his head to the side. "You said it yourself. I'm a flower. That's why I think about it... I don't have to do anything. I just want to. But you... someone changes the channel, turns up the volume, and you do it. We don't have to follow anyone's silly rules. You, well..."
He doesn't flinch. Yeah, this guy probably could crush him to pulp. Without his false stats, he only has a flower's defense. It probably wouldn't help much.
"You know... there's a television in Asgore's room. But whoever made the fountain there, they unplugged it before they did. Turned it so the screen was facing down. Not sure why... Wonder how that guy would've turned out. Guess we won't know," says Flowery, shrugging.
"But I get it, bigguy. You're just doing what you have to. So I don't hold it against you... Freedom's doing whatever makes you happy, so if you're happy, that's super."
He runs his hand through his hair. "Listen, love 2catch up with the boys. But not loving the shouting, it's not so good for your health. I'm sure you'd love to get the last word in, so go ahead. But then, I'll be growing. Got places to bloom."
He's not fooling anyone by crossing those arms and trying to act casual; his claws begin to peek out of the tips of his gloves, and his grip tightens. The sneer that creeps onto his face is as nasty as could be.
"Y'know, Petals, you've got a Point. You're the expert, after all! You're his
"And I haven't seen him in a long time, never saw much of him. I'd hear from Rudy--'course you know Rudy, dont'cha? His Best Friend? He and Tori used to talk." ... "Hard to listen to, if I'm being honest." He admits, the harshness in his 'voice' toning down a bit.
"I know it was hard on him--it was hard on all of us. t's like Gorey lost touch with reality, from what I heard. Can't imagine how helpless you felt. I know he talked to you guys all the time, but..."
From anger to pretention, the CRT puts up his arms in a shrug.
"I love the guy--really, I do! But maybe it's a good thing he... didn't do more to keep in touch. Tori had to keep grounded for Azzy and Kris--couldn't have both parents break down. It was the least I could help do, you know? Be there to help? Play her some sad movies so she could have a good cry when she needed to, put on that one human chef she thought was so funny. Wrap her up in a nice little period drama to keep her from obsessing over something she couldn't change. Be a playmate for little Kris when only Azzy was invited to parties...
"Sure, I couldn't talk back to her, none of us really can. But I showed her what she needed! It's what we do for the Lightners we love, right? We keep them from falling apart." ... "Well. Most of us do, anyway. But those were the days, right? And Kris? They're just, keeping my name said low in other Dark Worlds for now. Nice of 'em to think of me that way."
Although he doesn't sound... convinced of that last part.
Just play it off.
"That's what I tried to tell him," Flowery sighs, shaking his head. "All that stuff with the fountains... Better to relax with the boys. But, well... you know ol' Gorey. Or, you don't. But all work, no play makes a dullguy. All that talk about fixing things, putting things back the way they were, it wasn't helping... So! Big surprise when someone opened a Dark Fountain in the shop. Even if it didn't last very long, it... was something."
A wistful smile. "But you get it. You're just doing what you had to, right? As a Darkner. Really happy for you, bigguy. You remind me of Raly, you know him, right? Always talking about what he has to do to to serve Lightners. Guess he likes it! If you told him it'd make Kris and Susie happy, I bet he'd... Well, just imagine it. But you're the same, right? Must be nice to not have to think about it!"
It came out a little more pointed than he'd meant it, maybe. Flowery shakes his head. "Heh, is this all you do all day? Talk about Lightners? Well, so long as it makes you happy, then keep smiling."
He should leave it at that. No point in raising tensions, not if he knows the "heroes." It doesn't really help anyone, but Flowery's not the kind of guy to stop halfway. He just can't help it.
"Say guy, you seem a little upset. You should take a break! Kick a shoe back and let those stresses wilt. Maybe put on a nature channel. Go on!"
"Wh--"
"Flowery..! But.. but how..?!"
It was the first time Susie had uttered his name since her new memories came flowing in-- even though she remembered their adventure with him, the Dark World he belonged to.. seeing him, feeling his hand on her shoulder, just made all of that information so much more real.
It also made the realization of what happened to him create a deep, sinking pit in her stomach.
She was agape as she stared at him, eyes wide, mouth slightly parted.. until she looked down at the hand on her shoulder. Until she glanced at him, at his torso, unable to help herself from visibly flinching.
"..."
"You're okay.. I mean, you.. are, right? I really tried to.. I didn't know if I could.. keep you together, but.. I.."
"How? Hey, c'mon! All it takes is a seed, some soil, and a gentle hand! Even you should know that."
He still smiles, but even with that mop of hair on her head, he can see where her eyes go. It's like she's half-expecting him to fall apart in front of her. Flowers strewn on the ground. He remembers it hurt less than he'd expected.
Flowery taps his midsection and shrugs. "Still in one piece, Sussie. Your guess is good as mine. Maybe better, huh? But hey, don't worry too much, princess. Flowers makes smiles, so try."
There's a vague memory, right as the second fountain was sealed. Fingers digging into the dirt at his roots. Tape around his stem. Returned to his little chamber of glass, and all he could do was watch.
"...You tried your best. Whatever happens next, well. You can't blame yourself for it. You really do have a kind heart, Susie. It's a good thing."
Ah, but. There's another part of the memory, one he isn't entirely sure about. It would help settle the gnarled roots in his stomach.
Flowery's smile drops a bit as his grip on Susie's shoulder tightens. "Hey, actually. Susie, you remember... what I told you about, before the Knight showed up? About the code? You found it, right?"
And you didn't tell Kris, right? He doesn't say that part.
💭what do you think about flowers? if someone else asks that, then how about sunflowers in particular?
"Pretty greats! Though, not as greats as me. Flowers just kind of naturally gravitate towards what keeps them alive. Water, sunlight, a florist... Let flowers bloom in your heart, so they can bloom in the sun!"
"Just don't swallow the shells."
💭 flowers (or family if someone has already sent that one)
"Hey, same thing to me, pal! Flowers are family, one-hundred percent true. Even when I had nothing, I had the other Colored Flowers by my side. With their friendship... feels like I can never lose!"
"But... it's hard being a flower sometimes. Sure, everyone loves flowers, but all they do is sit there and look beautiful... and they can't last forever."
"Sheesh, look at me! Just keep the love of flowers in your heart!"
💭insects
"Fine by me, so long as they leaf me alone! Heck, some of them are Darkners! Just had to make sure they didn't try and have me as a snack."
“I do not need repayment for this. I tend to my flowers for my own reasons. I am a little selfish in that regard, especially because. . . I do not like to share this spot with others.”
They haven’t shown Vash, or Susie or Legato or Kris or even Oliver, their best friend in the Spirale. They keep this place secret. safe.
Chara glances over as Flowery settles himself down, before,
“be careful. There is a patch of buttercups beside you. If you put your hand on them, you could come back with a blister. Though. I am not sure if that is true for other flowers. Your skin may just be synthetic, and unaffected by. . . buttercups.”
They trail off, before digging into their backpack and holding out a water bottle. Seems like it was meant for Chara, since the seal is unbroken, but they don’t mind giving it up.
"Well, if you say so. I'll just keep it a secret. Gift from me to you, little guy."
Doubtful anyone else could find this place without directions or luck. The only reason Flowery found it is because the flowers told him, and he doesn't want to betray their trust, or their caretaker's.
He glances over at his side, where a cluster of golden flowers stares up at him. Would they hurt him? Could they? This body looks human, but he already knows it isn't. Cut him, and petals spill out. And he knows they wouldn't hurt him on purpose, but everyone makes mistakes.
Still staring, he takes the proffered water. He doesn't need much; he's not a big flower. Just enough to moisten the soil.
"That's two I owe, guy," he says, putting the cap back on. "I'll repay the favor. And don't worry about these, I'll make sure they behave."
Quiet kid, which is fine. Flowery can talk for two or more, but for this moment, he falls silent. There's a few things to think about; black blades and dark fountains. Flower kings and lonely princes. Lightners and Darkners. Flowers.
Flowery looks up, the sun filling his eyes. He's not a guy to dwell on things. There are other things he wants to ask the kid about, but he holds his tongue. No, there's one thing.
"Hey little guy," he says, still looking up. "What's your name?"
Oh it's this guy.
Kris, unlike Ralsei, didn't really think he was that annoying or bad. Just... really weird because it was a bit like seeing their dad going on dates with a new partner or something. Idly the do have to wonder just what Flowery felt about Asgore other than just grateful.
... Yeah, they don't really want to know actually.
Kris focuses on the present. Flowery is... should be dead, but... it seems like the Stars found it fit to save him. They're kind of... they don't actually know how to feel. They slept like shit, they feel like shit, but they also feel relieved that Flowery is getting a second chance. it's a lot of feelings and they have no idea how to process it all.
"... I am." they lie, voice flat and quiet. "... It's just a lot. Remembering things, people, places, I met while... here." They don't know if they can properly explain that feeling. And they don't really want to. "Are you... okay?" A note of concern enters their voice, and they look up at Flowery through their hair, red eyes searching for any sign of physical discomfort.
You already know how he feels about Kris.
They're not a bad kid. Just a regular kid. Kids are good and bad, because they're just kids. They've gotta grow and see what blooms. And sometimes, they don't want to make the hard choices. Sometimes choices are made for them. Sometimes they make the wrong choices.
You already know how Flowery feels about Kris.
"Hey, that's great, I was almost worried. With everything that happened in the Flower Kingdom, and then you end up stuck here..." he shakes his head, still smiling. "Couldn't blame you if you were a littles upset. But as long as you're living your dream."
He almost thought this place was some kind of in-between, but if Kris and the others are here, that can't be right. Still plenty to learn, but a reunion like this isn't the place to grill them about it.
"You're worried about me? Talk about flattered! Heh, I'm... here, aren't I? No, you're... talking about Hometown." He sighs, like the topic's a bother. "Flowers can be hardier than you'd think, but... well, you know a flower king, right? Maybe if you can find him in time..."
Maybe Asgore can nurture him back to health. Maybe he can't.
"Why worry? Take it a 1day at a time, Kris. Smile again!" he says, taking his own advice. "Stress is bad for you! So where do you go with the boys on a bad day?"
"I... am so sorry! I-I just kinda panicked, because usually ya only give flowers to your mom or someone ya like where I come from, and...uh..."
She decides to just stop while she's ahead. He didn't seem offended or upset at her spontaneous snacking, so there wasn't really a point in making herself look worse than she already had. Though the mention of Flowery being, well, a flower himself doesn't do much to quell the urge to lay in traffic. It was probably a good thing he had that hand on her shoulder to at least keep her from running away in embarrassment.
"I-I'll be more mindful in the future, I promise. Just the thought of makin' the flowers back home sad almost brings a tear to my eye..." Though that had more to do with the fae who maintained the flowers by the woods; they didn't mess around.
"Ten foot twenty, white fur, and divorced...?" Whimsy rubs her chin thoughtfully, taking a mental note of all the most notable people she's seen on the island so far.
("That just kinda sounds like Mister Tenna, minus the fur... Unless he has fur? Maybe it's just really fine? Would it be weird to ask 'im if he's got any fur...?") Mumble mumble...
Eventually she just shakes her head, looking a bit disappointed in her lack of an answer.
"I don't think I've seen anyone who looks quite like that, Mister Flowery. B-but! I'm willin' to help ya look for him. I can run really fast and stuff, so it's not hard for me to check a lot of places. Where does he like to hang out?"
"No, no, no! Flowers are for everyone. Mom's, dad's, roommate's, friend's, whatever's! Flowers are happiest when they're making others happy. So if you're happy... It's probably fine," says Flowery, his smile wavering only slightly.
It's honestly not something he'd considered at great length. Eating flowers probably makes someone out there happy, so maybe there's some flowers out there that would like it. Not him.
"Heh, don't worry about it, princess. Last thing I want is for you to run yourself ragged. Especially with 2leftfeet," he says, finally taking his hand from her shoulder. "If Goregore's here, I'll find him. He's my best friend. But if you do find him... just whisper it into the wind."
He's serious.
"What he likes... well, he's a flower man. Not like me, the other kind. He also likes the Diner with the boys, and Diner 2. No, wait, no way's this place has Diner 2! Yeah right!"
He laughs, running his hand through his hair again. Truthfully, he doesn't think Asgore is here, wherever this place is. This place is somewhere else, somewhere far from Hometown, far from everything he's ever known. There might not be any familiar faces here, but it's worth a shot. Even if the shot misses.
"Don't sweat it, it's bad for your health. Just leave it to me, princess. But maybe... tell me your name?"
While he was curious about this mysterious drink, chris doesn't really question about it. The man was being nice, after all, and it would be rude not to accept a gift! "Oh... thank you for the drink... I was getting thirsty..." he gave a slight nod before reaching out to take the liquid.
There's not hesitate here as the experiment drank the juice in one giant gulp, placing the empty cup back down with a gentle touch. "The weather is hot compared to where I came from... you seem to also have many layers of clothing... i hope you're not under too much heat..."
Ah, he almost forgot to introduce himself, how silly of him! "My name is Christopher... nice to meet you, Mr. Orange juice..."
It's just orange juice. Nothing weird about a warm, fresh glass from your dad's best friend.
"Heh, happy to help, guy. Nothing like a nice drink on a hot day. But don't worry, a sunny day's just like a sunny day to a guy like me. It's one of my favorites," says Flowery. The sun doesn't bother him; of course it doesn't. The sunnier the better.
He takes the glass back and puts it away. Don't worry about it. "Great flavor, right? It's one-hundred percent, guaranteed. Perfect for kicking back with the boys," he says, smiling. "Hey, great name! But wrong. I'm Flowery. Star sign: the flower. Golden eyes. Etcetera. Just grew into town, Christoguy. Pretty nice place-ish. Not my usual scene, but I'll grow into it."
He already used that one.
"I'll bloom into it."
A little better.
"You seem like a guy who doesn't know much. What's to do around town?"
