“I suppose you’re right,” Carlisle said. “But then, a lot of garden flowers are kinda poisonous. But, it doesn’t really matter! Flowers come in a lot of variety though, don’t they?”
Carlisle’s expression became a bit concerned when he heard the Roserade mention what her friend was going through. “That’s too bad! It sounds pretty rough, I hope he gets better soon. It’s pretty nice of your other friend to care for his child in the meantime! What a guy! Do you ever help out with the kid?”
“Oh, but right!” he took Gail’s vine in his hand to shake it. “I’m Carlisle! And likewise!” He looked down at the ground for a moment, thinking, before looking back up. “Say, you tried any of the food yet? ... Do plants even need food?”