[She accepts the explanation and nods in understanding. She can only guess that is was something bad, like the stuff her mom always told her to ignore and that she'd learn when she got older.

She's not as upset anymore, knowing that her own flower was pretty much immune to that kind of dying, at least as far as she'd seen.

Ib glances back into the flower shop and to see what he means.]

Oh...is that why mommy always has to get rid of them after a little bit?

[A bit of silence.]

That's sad...

...There are plants that aren't from earth?