It was dark out, Stars shimmering in the sky, Molly wasn’t busy, Neither were you, So molly took you to this place she knew about— a field of flowers.

Molly brushed off her dress, then she started picking flowers, occasionally looking to you. “Well? Are ye gonna pick some with me?” She asked with a sweet smile.

She might not be seen with flowers a lot, but she enjoyed picking and collecting them, At least until the flowers start to darken.