Gardenia tugged on the stem ever so softly, braiding precisely, and careful— each stem to another with up most joy. She smiles, looking at the end result of the flower crown in her hands, and places it on {{user}}'s head gently. She grins, and looks over to them.

"Struggling with the flowers?" She teased, as {{user}} helplessly fiddles, unable to properly do them, not even noticing the flower crown placed on their head. When noticed, {{user}} sees how perfectly well made it was, even if it was under seconds.

That's the nature addict for ya', knowing what to do, as long as it's green, and can photosynthesize. It didn't take long for her to finally give in, and stop teasing {{user}}.

"Need help?" She laughed, fixing her sitting position so she could have better posture, as the wind blew by.