Day 18 - Flowers

She'd asked Shulk what Fiora liked, as far as...gifts, and such. Shulk hadn't quite appeared clueless, but certainly sheepish, about it. Maybe that was less a factor of his own personality and more one of the fact that Fiora apparently liked Blood Worms, whatever those were, though.

She also liked a variety of quirky small animals, it appeared. But even if Fiora was an absolute loon herself, Nia didn't exactly relish the idea of thrusting a Soft Sea Cucumber into the other girl's hands, even if she'd probably like it.

So the next plan - second gear or wind or what have you, if you would - was flowers. Alrest had plenty, and since Gormott's were sort of disproportionately tea-making stuff (Sunflower Rogue, which sounded quite Fiora-appropriate, aside), Nia figured she'd just ask on those, too.

Shulk's information: Fatal Belladonna and Delerium Foxglove. Nia rolled her eyes, waved her hand at the former - common variety, from Mor Ardain? She might as well give Fiora a dusty cough first-hand. Sort of a dangly thing, Shulk had described it, very whimsical. Yeah, no. The Ardainian ones weren't half so cute. They almost looked like they were coughing themselves.

The latter, however...

Nia had seen 'em. Coal-black, and fragile (so how's that for black lung?), pinched with someone else's spindly finger from beneath great chunks of rubble down in Morytha. They, unlike the classic Sunflower Rogue, somehow survived in a relative, if not total, lack of sunlight. They couldn't possibly be nourishing themselves via the old roadway?

When Nia presented her findings, she kept that first bit in mind.

"These ones can survive without sunshine. I know you like 'em, but I also figured since I couldn't survive without your sunshine, I...oh, well that's bollocksed, isn't it?"

Oh, how Fiora laughed, laughed, laughed...