she hopped, a little hop of happy ness, and picked some roses from the side "I like using their thorns for drawing" she ate one of the petals "and their tasty"
"Good, how would you do it if we were in dire need and we couldnt rare things like felet or kita, those are both very nice but in a war hard to get" She said as she squished the roots she got in a small 'bowl' a rock molded so it had a crease in it