Hey Aliza has your dad ever told you about a talking flower?

Aliza blinked, sending her father a glance. His face has hardened, his jaw locked, and his hands are clenched so hard his knuckles creak.

“Yeah, he’s warned me to stay away from any I see. Dunno why, though. Mama’s journal said the talking flowers were just plants. Eee… Eech-oo flowers. They copy your voice, like a party trick!”

Sans’ stony expression cracks at that, and a chuckle escapes him.

“echo, precious. eh-koh.”