It's the middle of the day and I'm outside getting sun. When it's cloudy it gets worse. And the shorter hours screw up my bird senses.

[Gulps. Nope nope, bright red now. And he clears his throat.]

She has...

She can...

It's not hands so much as that she can multiply any part of her she wants. And she can used them to make duplicates of herself or giant versions of things... and when she makes them disappear, flower petals briefly float. Like my sparkles? It's ah...

I'm just saying if I'm going to be rolling in flowers...

I wonder how I could even approach that to her...