[She actually blushes, her cheeks flushing light purple. Ariadne can't help it. Her trees mean the world to her. And when someone compliments them it's...
Well, it feels like they're complimenting her as well. Which she knows is a false equivalency, but still.
She raises her voice a little, tilting her chin to speak to the trees.]
Everyone, I'd like you to meet Albert. He's my friend and I hope he'll become yours too.
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Well, it feels like they're complimenting her as well. Which she knows is a false equivalency, but still.
She raises her voice a little, tilting her chin to speak to the trees.]
Everyone, I'd like you to meet Albert. He's my friend and I hope he'll become yours too.