[Boooooy. He holds up his paw once more, wiggling his tiny little toes.]

We cats rarely pick flowers. An easy task for you, a difficult task for us.

[As sarcastic as ever. But Mogget is also as curious as ever, which is why, after languidly stretching in the sun, he slowly slinks closer to the flowers.]

But this is a trap, you say? Are you certain? [He tilts his head to the side, taking a moment to consider this strange boy before leaning forward to sniff a flower.] They smell innocent enough to me. Rather bland, actually.

[He's a Liar.]