[ Hm. So they stop talking when picked. A good thing to know. Kaiki silently thanks Haruko for making that move in his stead -- it's not that he was particularly scared of harming the flowers, but it's also not in his nature to take any risks without the possibility of profiting from it. ]

The big bad wolf ... [ A thoughtful cant of the head. ] Not quite correct on two fronts. I'm not afraid, and the 'adversary' here wouldn't be a wolf. More like a butterfly, anything. Ah, it's like from old fairy tales of children being tempted by beautiful lights leading them astray in the dead of night, chasing beautiful insects into the forest, only to be spirited away and never seen again.

One doesn't need to be afraid of those mischievous insects to want to avoid them. Likewise, I would be careful of things in this strange place. Careful of one's words, and careful of these flowers. [ He cants his head the other way, nodding towards the cheery flowers. ]