2 - She'll be the poison, she'll be the cure.

[ivysgarden]

[Phone - No filters]

Ah prom, uh? Everybody's babbling about it. It's been so long since I was in one I can barely remember... but as long as your music doesn't bother my garden it's no big deal, I guess. Go wild, kiddos.

Keep in mind your date will be hoping for flowers though, or at least a nice corsage. If you're unsure of what to pick, I'll be glad to help you... anything to keep you monsters from hurting my plants . Annie's flowers, just ask for Pamela.

[Phone - Filtered to Harley]

Is there any possibility of me not being dragged into this by you? I'd rather not chaperone them. I bet the punch won't even be spiked.

[Phone - Filetred to Holland]

Are the Tulips growing nicely? I'm still surprised you managed to fit them all in your garden...

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[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

[He nods, and then remembers it's a phone call. . .]

Of course, ja.

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

[She chuckles at the pause]

I'd have loved to visit. Seems kind of... impossible now that we're stuck here, sadly.

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

There must be some way out. Perhaps it just hasn't been found.

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

I think so too...! But everybody else seems to have given up. If we got in, we must be able to get out, right?

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

Right.

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

Glad you share my point of view.