"Let's find some more neat stuff!"

"All right!"

More neat stuff: is found.

The neat stuff is pretty neat. Although Cass can't resist putting a plastic flower crown on the marble bust of Isaac Newton.

Why would she want to resist?

Admittedly she doesn't try very hard!

Good for her.

Eventually they come across a room that seems more for storing expensive bric-a-brac than displaying it. And after enough poking in boxes...

"What the actual fuck."

"Mm?"

"Roses."

"... Seriously?" She comes closer to look.

There, in a pretty cut-crystal glass vase, are eight elegant long-stemmed eccentrically colored thorny roses tied with a faded pink ribbon.

"...roses!" says Anna. "Hey, some of those are new kinds - or - those are the same shades of blue and purple and pink and yellow, but they've got the stems and petals reversed - and is that orange and red?"

"Whoa. Looks like it."

"So, should I take all the new ones and use them a bunch to see if I can get them to bud?"

"...Probably the wise choice..."

"Yeah. I mean, you can try them out too if you want."

"Yeah, I definitely wanna try the orange one."

"'Kay."

"And probably the other ones, but if they're basically the same thing no rush. If you're going to hold onto it for a while for budding can I go first?"

"Yeah, go for it."

"Cool."

She pricks herself on it.

"...Heat," she says, when it's finished integrating itself, and makes a small flame appear above the palm of her hand. "I like this one."

"Cool!"

Cass giggles.

"I call a moratorium on 'cool'-related puns pertaining to the orange and white roses," she says loftily.

"I honestly didn't even mean to pun."