Terence is not a good dancer! But he's certainly trying. Wouldn't want to offend the magic, if it really is. "Can you do..." What even are some kinds of flowers. Kinds that someone doing an elaborate prank for some insane reason wouldn't have prepared for. Roses is obvious. Tulips? Sunflowers? "Orchids?"

She doesn't say anything, merely smiles at him and the flowers being conjured are now orchids.

The other flowers haven't disappeared, though, and they're accumulating on his floor.

He sniffs a few to confirm that they smell like flowers. And then stumbles into his desk - his room is too small to have much room for dancing, really. He winces and pulls his hands away. "Okay, this is enough flowers."

She stops dancing and looks at him, tilting her head in apparent bewilderment. Enough flowers? her look seems to say, How can one have enough flowers? She does stop conjuring them, though.

"Um. So, you're a magic card, apparently." He takes a breath, fails to think of a less direct way, and ask-shouts, "How does magic work?!? How did you learn it? Why did someone throw a magic book into the discount pile? Do you mind being a card?"

The very slight variation on her facial expression does not seem to indicate complete understanding of his questions. She extends her hands and conjures a bouquet of a variety of flowers, bringing it to her face to inhale blissfully and then offering it to him.

He takes the flowers absentmindedly. It is pretty, he's not too masculine to admit that.

The Flower... Doesn't seem very personlike. He suspects it won't be able to answer this question, but, "Are you a person?"

She shrugs slightly.

"I think I won't be too concerned about how you are a card somehow, then. Because the answer is obviously 'magic robot-equivalent'. Are your flowers permanent as in 'not going to disappear suddenly', are they magical in any other way than having appeared from nowhere, how many. Um." he stops himself, lest the room be filled with flowers.

She shakes her head when he calls her 'magic robot-equivalent,' nods when he asks if the flowers are permanent, and shakes her head at the question about their magical properties.

"Not a robot. Permanent flowers. The flowers aren't magical themselves. Got it. Can you disappear the flowers? Go back to being a card?" Because it's going to get inconvenient if the answer is 'no' to either or both.

She shakes her head at the first question but nods at the second.

"While flowers are nice, I don't really have many places to put them. Sorry. Please be a card, if you don't mind."

She obliges, flowing back into his hand.

He sets the card next to the other cards. He looks around at the flowers everywhere. He picks one up peeks through his door to make sure nobody will see the flower-floor and tries to feed it to his brother's hamster. The hamster nibbles on it.

He goes back to his room and locks the door and-

MAGIC! EXISTS!

-Clearly investigating the other cards is now his top priority, full-stop.

Well, maybe cleaning up most of the excessive flowers so his parents won't think he spend hundreds of dollars at a florist because he went temporarily insane is his top priority. But then magic and note-taking about magic.

After a little cleanup and recording what he learned from The Flower, he extracts a certain safe-seeming card from the pile and intones, "Shield!"

The card turns into a floating shield with a wing pattern much like what had been depicted on it, approximately half as tall as a grown adult.

Not much personality on this one.

Can he - wield it? Is there somewhere to hold onto? Can he control it by intent, wanting it to go over there?

Nope.

"Shield, return to card form."

It does.

Notes notes notes. If they all have personalities like Flower, playing around could be... Hazardous. Maybe it'll take verbal commands for all of them. Maybe it just needs practice. He gets to find out.

He turns out the lights and pulls down his blinds to try, "Glow."

A little green fairy appears.

"Hello, Glow. I think if all these flowers," gesture at the ones remaining laid out on his desk, "glowed it'd look very nice. Could you do that?"

She shakes her head.

"Oh. Well what things can you make glow then?"