[When you're a sword in a very literal sense, the bar for what counts as a normal conversation is already set pretty low without factoring in any other shenanigans, so yep, talking about eating flowers that also happen to talk is nothing out of the ordinary. It could even be considered pleasant.]

I'm fine with that.

[He bends down a moment to pluck the nearest two of the offending flowers, tossing one over to his new friend with the sort of casual ease that suggests that the thought that she might not be ready to catch it never even crossed his mind.

The flowers's yelling takes on a more distressed note.]