[She finds it in herself to snicker just a little bit. Meat. It's better if it's funny. Her giggles are cut off by a little hiss as he tries to remove the plant, though, feeling the stem much much deeper than she'd like.]

I mean, when you put it like that, I kinda sound, uh, really stupid. It's not like that. I mean, it's kind of like that. Shit.

[Surprise, she's being, uh, really goddamn stupid right now.]

Look, I just-- I can't say it's bullshit when it is? I don't even know what to talk about. Like, what, these flowers really want me to go into the issues I have with my father or something? If somebody had a knife to your throat and told you to reveal an emotional secret could you think of anything?