"That's rough." Foxtrot replies. "I hope it's not something perma- oh!" He taps her shoulder with excitement, "Here we go, it's starting!" The blue and violet flowers in front of them begin to glow, their green petals changing to a white color. As soon as they open up, a flurry of golden pollen sprouts into the air, creating the illusion of a starry night right in front of them. The particles hover around the garden as the flowers remain glowing at the bottom of the flower bed. "These guys always do this at night. I wish I knew what they were called."