The roses would need to be replaced. Oh, interesting—when he thought about it, he knew that any dried flower would do. He didn’t know much about roses. They were a summer flower, weren’t they? But surely something still bloomed. Maybe he could send an order down to the mayor. Someone in the town surely knew where to find some flowers. Little girls were supposed to pick them all the time, weren’t they? Maybe little girls had something to hide. He thought of small girls armed with fireballs and wondered if it would make for a safer or more terrifying world.
