Well, there are three varieties. The red ones crave violence, I dealt with them last year.

[She's trying hard not to make any inferences about what that suggests.]

The pink ones crave romance, and the white ones...

[...she actually wasn't sure what the white ones craved. The only one she'd really dealt with had been the one Nanashi found last year, and it clearly hadn't liked her. Why would it have liked him and not her?]

... Happiness, I suppose? Something like that, I can't be certain.