"Thanks, grease," Sherri hummed thoughtfully as she held the plastic rose in her hand.

It didn't smell the greatest, which she assumed you were using trash to make these things. Her nose scrunched at that thought. Yet, the thought was all the same, even if it was dirty.

"You're real sweet when ya wanna be, y'know," She continued with a light nod.

She had heard many rumors of your being real mean to people, though she wasn't entirely surprised about that. What was the shocker was how you gave her this stuff. It was odd, but cute.