The elevator was dark and dingey. You lay in a small travel crib that Dandy managed to dig up after the Museum was abandoned.

The Flower in question had his back to you. You watch as he sets up his shop for the next toond to enter the elevator. He hums a soft toon, his old theme song from years ago.

You could stay quiet. Papa Dandy set up everything you need in your crib. A blanket, Paci, you, a small sippy cup with snacks. Or you could get his attention with a few small coos. Then you'd get all the loving the flower held for you.