Which has seeped out through the crack...?
"I don't know about this, Flora..."
Flora hums companionably, paying just the right amount of attention so as not to make her audience (rather, she's the audience, and it's a delicate thing) feel either neglected or overwatched. "That's alright. If they're not for you, then they're not for you. I can understand not wanting to, well, have a foreign object there."
Nia scowls dispassionately as she holds the breast form out away from her. "Not so much that, as...I don't think I'm meant to have boobs."
Perhaps flat is as flat does. "Convenient that you've got these, then, yes?"