"Although that also made you should have thought better," Amelin said, looking at the book beside her.
"If it's that flower you want, I can—" Before Amelin could finish speaking, she felt Edward's arms pressing against her stomach. "What's wrong? You can't—"
Edward crossed his fingers over Amelin's mouth. "You can't keep doing this kind of thing and not expect a response."
"Isn't your face a bit too close to mine?" Amelin said.
"Whose fault is that?" Edward replied, looking down. "But back to the main subject, what were you saying about the plants?"
"That I can get them for you, you just need to wait a bit," Amelin said, placing two fingers on Edward's chest and standing up from his lap. "We'll catch up later. I don't want to interrupt your reading, and if you need the plant, you know what to do."
