" I haven't been to one since I was in school. It gave me an appreitation for the daisies at the park. Comparing them that is."

*how so?* he asked as the duo felt their friendships returning.

She would still deny being friends. But at this point she couldn't say that all the interactions between them so far meant nothing.
" The ones at school were always tiny with bent and crooked petals. They also were few and far between. The ones at a park I went to however were large with perfect petals that were in huge groups."

He smiled. *you know, I have a nephew. One time he found one of these sad flowers in a sidewalk, and stopped a man from stepping on it. Then, with my help and some government ties thanks to the foundation, we got the flower taken out before planted into a park.

That patch of flowers in the park your talking about? My Nephew planted the very first flower in the patch years ago when he was a little kid.*

" How do you know which park I'm talking about? I'll have you know that I have been to several hundred. Anyways, why do you think flowers decide to grow in cracks in the concrete in the first place?"

He chuckled. *gut feeling. And seeds carried in wind.*

" True. I always find it incredible how plants manage to reclaim what was taken from them little by little. Even though humanity has a habit of trying to kill everything that is somewhere we don't want it to be."

He nodded. *true.*

" How much time do you think is left for lunch?"

*a good amount of time.*