[Rhade knocks shortly afterwards. He has a pot with a flower under one arm, and a box in the other. The flower is out of the ordinary; fueled by accessory pigments that make the stems red rather than green. It comes from his world, and it's lovely.
And what he doesn't know? To a dog, it smells like something that very much should be marked. But at least the intention is good and he's careful with it as he juggles the items in his hands.]
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