"Purple, pink, and blue," he repeats. "I think you're gonna like what I bring. The nice part is you don't even gotta worry about every plant's secret special meanin'. The prettiest flowers on my world all got these sad meanings. Everything's got a sad meaning on Azeroth, come to think of it..."

Oops, oops, sad subjects, delicate Verity. Harrow steers the conversation elsewhere as quickly as he can.

"You think the Chao would wear clothes? 'Cause speakin' of plants I found this really funny baby shirt the other day. Here..."

His hands root around in the satchel under his recliner. They come back with a little white baby shirt, which they unfold to reveal...

Oh no. Harrowheart, don't smile. That's a giant marijuana leaf on that shirt.

"I'm gonna give it to the Chao I had at the party! He's my little bud."