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Cassirin 
"Flowers and plastic," Vivi repeated, shoving her hands into her pockets and kicking away gravel on the path. She nodded her head in the direction of the flowers before setting off in that direction. "And poetry. Please tell me you aren't copying love poetry. I'll throw up in the rhododendron."
She paused to finger a few budding flowers without seeing precisely what she wanted, and then Vivi moved on again. "Pressed flowers, actually. Framed. I thought they'd make a nice decoration in the Board of Governors suite." Yes, ALRIGHT? She was making something for her mother. Gosh.
"Did you know that you can speak entire thoughts with simple flowers?"
Sierra nodded. Flowers and plastic? Yup, that was her project. Or, at least, those were the materials she needed for the project. She made a face when Vivi said something about love poetry.
"Eww," she said.
"Definitely not love poetry. I just need some messages in there, so you can't see so much plastic. I may even write them myself."
...and yes, Sierra Greingoth was capable of composing decent messages.
"Pressed flowers," she said.
"Same here. Mine will be made into bookmarks, though." She eyed some of the nearby flowers. She didn't really care which ones she got or what they meant. She just wanted credit for the assignment.
"I did," she answered.
"Some boy got me flowers once, but...I just made them into a potion. Or used them in one."