seo_

Quiet for once... forgot what that sounded like. Finally...

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Seo observes the garden around her. An assortment of flowers and plants border a brick path.

get me outta here
get me outta here

seo_

...

get me outta here

seo_

These flowers...

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Chevron, with sheet of paper in hand, joins Seo.

chevron_

They're paper. I print the patterns, then Splat and I assemble them. The whole garden is like that.

seo_

Hm.

chevron_

...

seo_

...

chevron_

...

seo_

Telepathy and starting conversations aren't really my expertise.

seo_

What's up with the thing you printed.

chevron_

I know... I'll preface this with what I can.