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 "Here, look at this. Do you know what this is?" Alistair held his hand out so she could get a better look. What she saw was the most beautiful rose. It was relatively small as far as roses go, its petals were of the deepest red, velvety to the touch. It had been plucked before it had bloomed, so the numerous petals were still closed tightly. It was the same rose she had seen him with for some time. She looked up at him and smiled. "Is this your new weapon of choice?" He laughed. One of the things he liked about her was that she shared his sense of humor. "Yes, that's right. Watch as I thrash our enemies with the mighty power of floral