"Oh, I do so very much love me some flora!", exclaimed Faziir while taking the flowers and decorating his dress with them. "We have very much too a flower culture!" He smells the flowers. "I take in the odor of love, fertility, tenderness, unity, the future, hope, anticipation, devotion, fidelity, reliability, remembrance, delicacy, prosperity, and wealth. Also natural beauty and the circle of life." He fluttered to the cake and turned to stare at Ÿrÿn with his never-ending fanatic smile. "I would be more than ecstatic in providing you a sweet delight. What color do you desire? Scarlet? Citrine? Ivory? Emerald? Or any other color?"
