[ A pony who belongs to a chessmaster. Would you feed that pony? ]

No. I was more interested in asking you about shooting guns.

[ She says, looking at his own chain of flowers. Whatever she sees is good enough to her; she blinks, seems to nod to herself, and then adds another flower in to her own chain. ]

And if you knew anything about how these cuffs work in general.

[ She rolls her wrist to indicate the cuff found there, like with everyone else. ]

Flower weaving was simply lower energy.