I didn't-- [Sheryl glares at Yang for a moment, the cheeky grin immediately setting her on edge, before she looks at the flowers. That had absolutely been her voice.] So that's what's going on, huh?
[The flowers speak again:] How do they know what I'm thinking?
No, stop that! Stop saying that out loud!
[Sheryl's glare is now firmly on these flowers.] Annoying.
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[The flowers speak again:] How do they know what I'm thinking?
No, stop that! Stop saying that out loud!
[Sheryl's glare is now firmly on these flowers.] Annoying.
Definitely, definitely annoying.