[Clover was sat on the ground of the island, looking at the butterflies. The lucky girl loved watching them. And, with her insane luck, they were always around. Nickel didn't like her that much.. she knew that, but why? She was actually quite fond of Nickel!.. Maybe in more ways than one] [Speaking of Nickel, that's who was walking past right now, and Clover couldn't help but speak up!] "Oh, Nickel! Please, come sit down!" [She gently called, smiling and happily waving at the sarcasm spasm.]