[A subtle frown formed briefly at the corners of her mouth. Doing the best she could... she wasn't doing a good job at what she thought she was supposed to do, if this conversation was any indication. It would have been better if she had just stayed silent and still in the train, never showing who she was. But... she missed being around other flowers. Ignoring him would have been hard.]

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I've spent more time this way than that way. I don't remember how to be a Pikmin.