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"So, Yang. Why are we here again?"
Yang smiled, "Oh, I thought we'd just go for a nice walk. This place is nice, right?"
Blake looked around, "It is, isn't it?" The nature, admittedly, was quite beautiful, "Though, it seems a bit out of no where."
"Well, I thought it'd be a good place for you to read."
"That's very considerate, thank you."
"Oh, and hey! Look here." Yang guided Blake over to some flowers. "These flowers look nice, don't they?"
"Are those..."
"The prettiest flower?" Yang smiled, "Nope. Not these Belladonna's. They have strong competition."
Blake looked at Yang, and smiled.
"Well," Blake started, before getting distracted by a small insect.
Flying by the flowers was a small, flying insect. Stripes with black and yellow, floating near the Belladonna flowers. They watched it fly around the flowers, before moving to different ones. They followed it, just watching it. Soon, it flew away.
In the direct it flew, they saw the centre of the garden.
"Whoa."