"Oh, I wasn't talking to you."

"Try'n stop me."

"Is that a challenge, Ms. Buford?"

"Please don't get into open war over puns," laughs Anna.

"Yes, I don't think any of us want this to escalate."

"Speak for yourself!"

"Caaaaaaaass."

"Hey, I'm just sayin', ain't nobody gonna stop me laughing at my own dumb jokes."

"To be fair, that was Anna's lack-of-joke, not your joke."

"Same basic principle."

"If you say so."

"Man," she says, contemplating the flowers, "what a piece of luck. I wonder if there's more kinds out there."

"I bet not. Because the red ones, right?"

"What about them, exactly?"

"They've got a bit of magic from all the other... well, pairs I guess, except there's the black-and-white ones. So actually I guess there might be another one to go with red-and-black, and another one to go with black-and-white, and I'm just assuming the fire and ice ones make a pair together. But like, I would feel like it was really weird if we found, I dunno, green and brown ones, that had no overlap with the red-and-black kind."

"Makes sense."

"I thought so!"

"You'd sort of think they'd have something more versatile than cutting, for their primary magic..."

"Yeah, it's a bit weird."

"I wonder where these things come from. If there's more magic out there."

"Me too. I don't know how we'd tell."

"Hmm. You can enchant things, with the black flowers..."