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[entreats]

Ah, right. Today's gift. What else.

[ What is she even going to do, at this rate she'll have a pile of junk since there's a part of her that would feel too bad throwing them out when she actually is really touched by the fact she's getting actual gifts.. she never got gifts before.. ]

What's it supposed to be? [ DON'T YOU HAVE EYES, ANGE. CAN'T YOU SEE... ]

[intendance]

[... yeah Morgan legitimately pauses at that, tilting her head slowly.

And...consideringly--]

I never thought about what to do if you didn't know what flowers are... this could be bad!

[entreats]

I know what flowers are. [ She says it so quickly.. it's almost as if she's afraid Morgan might misunderstand for the rest of her life and spread it through all of Haven as a rumor if she thinks about it for longer than three seconds.

Besides, Ange is not that much of a shut-in.. at least.. ]

Aren't those usually gifts between lovers or whatever though?

[intendance]

[She might... she might.

But for now, Morgan just hums thoughtfully.]

I guess they could be... but I'm going to be giving them to you as a gift of something living and bright and hopeful! Haven's back to the way it was before, but... this was there, and now it's here, and it's definitely alive!

So that means something, right?

[morgan, that was almost incomprehensible]

[entreats]

[ Morgan, poet in the making.. it's unfortunate that any of that philosophical stuff is wasted on Ange. She's already endured way too much of it in canon, she's at the limit of how much she can handle in that area. ]

Following this logic, you might show up with a baby crocodile for me to raise next time.

[ Don't give her ideas, Ange. You should know how dangerous this is by now, why do you keep walking into the same beartrap over and over!! ]

[intendance]

Do you think baby crocodiles might show up some day? For real?

[yeah you can't even say you're surprised anymore--

But Morgan wouldn't really bring Ange one to raise.

Probably.]

[entreats]

For all our sakes, I hope they won't as long as you're still stuck here with the rest of us.

[ That's even aside from the general discomfort that tiny crocodiles everywhere might bring with them.. random things biting your fingers and toes, gross. But even worse might be Morgan's potential crocodile-farming plans, or.. well, whatever she could do with baby crocodiles. There's too much potential, it's terrible. ]

[intendance]

... Awww, but don't you think they'd be really, really cute?

Maybe a little monstrous, knowing Haven norm, but still pretty adorable!

[Morgan may not be entirely right in the head.

A pause.

...]

Sooooo you're going to take this flower, right?

[entreats]

[ It's what Ange is figuring right now. In fact, she's pretty sure Morgan would have gotten along with her grandfather, and that's.. saying a lot, honestly..

It's probably better to not comment on the crocodiles for now, honestly. ]

Well, it's not like you're going to leave if I don't, right? [ Did you surrender to this fate already, Ange. ]

[intendance]

[the response to that is just

a grin

naturally, she won't leave if Ange doesn't take the flower.

Isn't that just a given?

(Just take the damn plant)]

[entreats]

[ BUT TAKING THE PLANT FEELS TOO MUCH LIKE GIVING IN...

Then again, if the alternative is standing here and putting up with Morgan, then who knows what's the worse option here. It feels like she loses no matter what when it comes to all social interactions with this girl, so Ange slowly holds out her hand.

That's admitting defeat, but whatever, her pride can suck it up. It's called self-preservation. ]

Just give it here.

[ rip ange... ]

[intendance]

Great!

[She shoves the plant into Ange's hand, grinning brightly. And then, as can be expected, she just turns on her heel to go, waving at Ange brightly.]

Don't forget to water it eeeevery day, okay? You can't kill a symbol of our friendship! [that's not an invitation.]

Byeeee!

[Look at what you've signed up for, Ange.

Now you have a plant too.]

[entreats]

[ Ange just.. more or less stands there. She doesn't even say bye to Morgan despite how energetic the other girl's greeting is - she just stands there and watches the other leave.

It's not until Morgan is fully gone that her gaze drops towards the flower.

.. she sure knows how to make it sound tempting, huh. It's almost like she gave her the best way to just express her frustration in the form of violence onto something that she won't feel guilty for killing.

But then again, who is she kidding?

Turning back into the apartment and closing the door, Ange drops the bowl with the flower in it on the table next to the rock. ]