[Voice & Written]

[fierybluebird]

[He's going to regret this later, but there's a bunch of excitedly high-pitched chirps like a bird singing a love song.]

[That's okay. It matches the background sounds.]

[But FAR more embarrassing is the scribbles he makes into the journal:]



[So someone has a case of Spring Fever. Or maybe just a fever.]

[And then in big bold colorful levels Marco makes sure to add:]

FREE FLOWER CROWNS FOR EVERYONE WHO SIGNS UP NOW.

[Yeah. He's kind of lost it.]

Comments

[feetarestrange]

What makes them so important? They're just flower crowns.

[Nope. Still don't get it. Must be a Marco thing.]

[fierybluebird]

They're symbolism. Did you know flowers have a language all their own? Just like birds.

[feetarestrange]

I've lived in the ocean for most of my life, Marco.

[fierybluebird]

Well, they do, eh. You can say a lot with flowers.

[feetarestrange]

Like what? [Go ahead, Marco.

Impress her.]

[fierybluebird]

Anything.

Name a kind of message and I'll tell you the flowers.

[feetarestrange]

You're weird.

[fierybluebird]

Bucket orchids, though you might have trouble finding them here. Got a more complicated message than that?

[feetarestrange]

[Could she care any less about flowers. Probably not.]

I'll let you know when I do. But you're still not putting a crown anywhere on my head.

[fierybluebird]

Why not?

[Pout.]

[feetarestrange]

Because I said so.

[fierybluebird]

I need a reason.

[feetarestrange]

That's not enough of a reason?

[fierybluebird]

Not yet.

[feetarestrange]

It's my head, and I should decide what goes on it.

Do I need to make it any more clear for you?