It seemed you'd become quite prone to daydreaming lately. And somehow always seemed to find yourself in a garden full of flaxen flowers, and being reprimanded and whined at by the same brown-haired girl.

Here it went again...

"Hey, you! You're trampling my pretty flowers again! Seriously, what have they ever done to you?" She threw a temper tantrum at you, padding over to check on the yellow lilies as she grumbled.

What a strange girl. They were only flowers, right? Why the big deal?