We've really gotta find some use for all the useless stuff we have in our house. Who let us have money?

[Like, unplanted pots and candles all about? There's a reason no one's really allowed into their place.

White turns it around in her hand, uncertainty prickling at the back of her mind since... while she knows what triggers it it's not like she's ever wanted it to happen.]

You know, I actually told Silver about my flower thing to try and get rid of it, which is how I found out about his. It's nothing but an inconvenience to me, [as pretty and fitting as Black might find it for his sister,] though it's not like anyone knows what causes it to happen besides me, Silver, and now you. I could just be really happy.

[It didn't have to be connected to some sort of love aspect, though it makes its negative counterpart more obvious when that comes around. She shakes her head and half-shrugs, setting the pot in her lap and tapping the blackened clay rhythmically.]

It's just really weird to want to see them.

[... And still a tad guilty. She shouldn't feel so good about how a certain person makes her feel, especially now.]