Paul had conjured a chair and was now sitting, one leg crossed over the other, observing Daxton silently. He hoped the child was bored. Bored bored bored. He thought boredom might affect him more than cruelty, anyways. Or yelling or anything. So, if not for anything, maybe Mr. Prince wouldn't do this again in order to escape the BOREDOM of Paul's detentions.

But he knew Daxton was a little...afraid of the screechsnaps. He wasn't going near them. "They won't hurt you." He called out with a shrug. Because the flowers were still yelling at the top of their........well, not lungs. "Did you know, Mr. Prince, screechsnaps feel pain? Pleasure? They have a rang of emotions." He was certain the boy did not. Daxton probably thought plants were all...mundane and boring.

He stood up and walked towards the plant that was wondering around aimlessly, and he took its giant leaf in his hand and began to stroke it gently, and the flower rested its....head/flower part on Paul's shoulder, the wailing quieting. "Are these flowers okay to experiment on, Mr. Prince?" He doubted Daxton would understand, though.

While schreechsnap #1 was being comforted by Paul, #2 was still lying on the floor, wailing and crying. #3 was wriggling so hard in its pot that the pot knocked over and cracked in half, soil spilling out of it. Soon, it stood up and headed for its fellow on the ground, attempting to help the flower up, but they ended up tangling roots together, causing #3 to come crashing down to the floor.

#4 was quite cozy in the pot for now, ignoring the chaos of his fellows.

#5 was screaming the loudest, being the biggest one, and its pot was just too small!