"That's why the crazy people need to find their own sharp, pointy objects. I got mine from a monster the other night," Momo replied. "Sometimes the guy on the radio at night actually tells the truth if you can figure out what he's talking about."

Back to the wonderfully normal conversation about flowers. "Wouldn't years and years of bleeding fingers bring about an intimate knowledge of where not to place one's fingers?"

She chuckled. "In old movies, they always show the debonair gentleman dancing with his chosen lady while holding a rose between his teeth. Obviously the thorns would be removed, but if one takes away some thing's natural defenses, doesn't it detract from its beauty?"

"Should flowers be kept whole or manipulated for humans' aesthetic pleasure, my dear florist?"