“Thanks,” Mukuro responded as Sayaka took a bite. It tasted pretty good for something that Sayaka made. “You know, I didn’t see it at first, but now I think I agree with you. These flowers are beautiful.” Filled with confidence and the desire to continue cheering up Mukuro, Sayaka decided to say something that she would probably regret later because of how embarrassing it was. “Do you know what flower is the most beautiful here?” she asked. Mukuro wiped some bread crumbs from her face before saying, “Which one?” “You,” Sayaka finished, her cheeks burning a bright red. There was a moment of painful silence. Then Mukuro scrunched her eyebrows and questioned, “... Are you calling me a plant?”