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This world has such a stench to it... it's a wonder any of you can breathe.

In the interest of making this place more tolerable, where would one be able to acquire roses? I wish to start a garden.

Or are we incapable of having even that meager luxury?

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How blindingly obvious.

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

You asked, I answered. You should have expected it.

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And yet, all you have given me is the information that a florist establishment does exist in this place. Have you nothing useful to contribute?

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

You asked where to acquire roses, I'm telling you the flower shop. Should I hand you directions as well, your highness?

[redstringed]

That ought to have been obvious for anyone with a halfway functional intellect. If you cannot so much as tell me where it is located, than you might as well have wasted your breath and my precious time telling me nothing at all.

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

I'll make sure not to say anything at all next time.

You're familiar with the town square, right? All of the stores are over there, including the flower shop. It's situated right behind the bakery.

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You see? Being useful isn't so impossibly hard after all.

I will remember it. Is there anything else you would care to waste my time with?

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

Eh, who knows? Have fun on your search then, your highness. [Yup, that's your new nickname Rachel, and it's not meant to be a praise.]

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I will. No thanks to the utterly useless trash of this world. *Good-bye! And she's used to unflattering nicknames. She hangs out with Ragna.*