1.1.01.01.014: flowers are not to be picked, they are to be enjoyed by everyone.

[needshumility]

[Eddie's on camera. He's grinning. This isn't meant to be public, but it isn't. He's on deck, so you can see the stars behind his head, and a greenhouse in one corner.]

Jane! Jane! JANE! [he's raised his voice. Oh no. The camera turns to some flowers - all the colours are overly bright, and quite obviously artificial, to anyone with normal sight. They're incredibly vivid, and might give you a headache if you look too long, but this doesn't seem to bother Eddie too much.]

We got a garden! [He pans across a small few beds of flowers, all in variants of vivid colours - even the leaves are a slightly unnatural green]

Brilliant. I could kiss someone.

[pause, and he realises this is public, so thinks he ought to say something.]

Um. Nobody pick our flowers. They're... there for public enjoyment.

Comments

[young-idealist.livejournal.com]

I saw you talking to Persephone. If you and she can agree what needs to be done, she can be in charge of keeping your special flowers thriving. I admit they give me a bit of a headache up close.

Does that suit you? I'm glad they're not all in the greenhouse, too, since access there is restricted. Not the rest of the garden though.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

That sounds fair enough to me. Persephone seems... knowledgable about these things.

They give you a headache? Hm. A bit like looking at pure red, I suppose.

I'd hate for them to be restricted, so that all sounds good to me.

[young-idealist.livejournal.com]

You've made your request. I'll make some signs too. So people know not to pluck those particular flowers.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Well, I'd like to think they didn't pick any flowers.

But thank you very much. I... am a little concerned as to their welfare.