After some more wordsing she harvests another petal and naps for the standard nap length.

Cuuuute.

Next time Petal wakes up Deshi and Suvi are splitting a bag of apple chips. Would Petal like one?

She would!! Nibble nibble nibble. As the nibbles continue, they are interspersed with an increasing proportion of tiny happy squeaks.

"Awww you like these?"

"Tasty food! Petal likes yes!"

She can have a few more! "They keep really well so if you don't want to eat them all now you will still have some later."

Tiny delighted wiggles!!

Awwwwww time for more petting.

Soft happy burbles. Perhaps even tiny nuzzles applied to approaching fingertips.

AWWWWWWWW TINY NUZZLES

The tiniest nuzzles you ever did see!

"We should really really tell somebody," says Suvi.

"Who? And she's shy!" says Deshi.

"Tell who?" wonders Petal. "Tell who what?"

"It's really weird that you're here," says Suvi. "Nothing like you has ever been anywhere on this planet before, I'm pretty sure. So it seems like it might be important, and we're not the kind of people who do important stuff."

Thoughtful burbling.

"Mysterious," she concludes.

"Yeah, you're very mysterious. Deshi, I was thinking maybe the House of Truth?"

"I guess? I don't know who they'd tell - I mean, they'd tell everybody."

Petal, finding this conversation rather impenetrable, harvests the saffron crocus again and takes an apple-chip-accelerated nap.

Suvi fidgets with the hoard of crocus petals under the bed while that's going on. They're all so neatly arranged! And so identical!

They are also soft, pettable, and highly resistant to scrunching, tending to spring back into their original shape as soon as one ceases to bother them. If she's really determined, though, she can manage to rip one.

As soon as Petal wakes up, she busies herself rearranging all the disturbed petals back into their hexgrid.

"Sorry," says Suvi.

She detours from her organization project to give Suvi's hand a tiny nuzzle, then goes back to rearranging petals.

"Why do you want them to be like that?"

"Zhoop like that! Not like that, no zhoop!"

"But you're not even zhooping them. You could put them all in a pile to save space till you did want to."

"Want like that," she says firmly.