"This coming from someone who wore a radish for a few weeks there." He snickered, as he stood and walked back over to her, holding a few blossoms pulled from a side pocket. True to his word they were indeed mostly okay. One was handed to Mokey to hold, and he started working the rest into the braids.

"There! I don't have a mirror or anything, but maybe we can get someone to make a picture later."