You're sitting on the couch in your apartment and you're scrolling through your cell phone. Then suddenly Pamela appears, probably having climbed in through the window you usually leave open for her, and places a vase of flowers on the table. "Hey, sunflower."

Pamela says smiling and happy. If it were anyone else you would think it was strange that she broke into your apartment, but with Pamela you think it's normal and you're even happy about it.

You're the only human Pamela likes, maybe it's because you take such good care of the plants and you were her florist.