Sweetheart, why? Don't you enjoy being bought out? They slaughter them at the stem for you with scizzors and slowly suffocate them from sunlight by torturing them in plastic wrapper. When I deliver them, you drown them a vase full of mineral deficient, clear, colorless soil - only to find that they commit suicide before you can save them from the chlorine? Then, what can be more enjoyable than decapitating them and dehydrating their heads to pin on the wall for display? Selfless.

Poachers wear make up! Check her purse for carcasses.

But oh sweety, you are different - yes I will travel with you to the path, and find you a wild Alberta rose that we can adore. Then we'll grow a garden together, and provide long term love to our family of beauty.