been a while. have a spike.
Wysteria: Oh, speaking of perfect, please tell us about your very rare flower. Spike: Well, to be correct, it’s not longer my very rare flower. Legend holds that the first one to touch it owns it, and my dear, now that you touched it, it’s yours. Wysteria: Mine? Thank you so very much! This is the perfect finishing touch to our spring parade. Oh, my! The parade! We haft to get back! Spike, do you know how to get out of here? Spike: Why of course, my dear. Right this way.
