"Magic made it," Gen repeated in a little sing-song, beaming from ear to ear. "How that's music to my ears. A dream world filled with flowers where magic exists. I'm pretty certain this place was ustom-cay made for me~"

He giggled when he was bestowed the flower crown, and then affected a playful little pout. "You're so cruel. Surely you must have known I was coming, you should've whipped up a batch. I've heard about you from others, my dear - you've already made an impression."