You're taking a walk and spot Taco sitting on a bench, talking to Flower.

Taco:Don't worry, I won't actually rip them.

Flower:You'd better!

She starts counting Flower's petals as Bell looks distraught in the background.

Taco:Love me, love me not, love me, love me not, love me...love me not. Oh.

She slumps down sadly onto her seat.

Flower:Eh, c'mon, you don't need her!

Taco blushes.

Taco:But I want her...