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The Duchess clutches her rose closer to herself, "No, you mustn't take my rose! It's already been stolen once!"

"I don't think you should be squeezing it"

he went over to the rose on the table and started to look at it. " my my, I think this is something I have in the garden where my sister lives" he said as he lookes at them all

"I squeezed a rose once," Elliot reminisced. "Very painful. I didn't expect it to be so spiky. The flower end looks so soft... who would guess that it was hiding such a pointy secret on its stem?"

Just as Byrd mentions that it sounds like someone else has been going around stealing roses and blaming it on someone else, a strange figure can be spotted standing behind the table where this reality's rose still hovers. It appears to be a horse's skull, trailing a large white sheet under which... three people are hiding? Tucked all over its sheet and in the ribbons decorating its skulls are glowing white roses. The front person under the sheet reaches out to swipe yet another rose!

"I think I found the thief..."

"No! NOT MY ROSE! The Mari Lwyd always attempts to take the spirit of the party with itself!"

"Alright, so should I attack?"

"Noo!" screams the Duchess. "We're forbidden from rhyming! The Mari Lwyd is always trying to spoil my gatherings, but it can only be defeated if someone can out-rhyme it!"

"Alright, so I'm useless"

"Oh hey, it's Santa! No wait... that's the other seasonal being... the one with the mighty claws...."

If Persephone had actually came instead of ditching her to a date night with her husband, this rose business would have been under wraps already. Never had seen so much ruckus over a plant!...Wait no...thats a lie.... when Lylith went trumping around in her canine form, she has tore up some kind of plant Persephone had been nursing....whew, was that a day the underworld froze over.

"Out rhyming you say? Well, I suppose everyone should take a step into this fray" Rhens said with a grin, getting up from his seat.

"I can't rhyme to save my life"

"I'm a dog! My best friend calls me a ball hog!" borks Ollie, doing his very best rhyme. The bestest rhyme.

"Oh dear," Byrd said again, straightening as she saw the skull-faced stranger and heard the Duchess shriek. "Rhyming...?"

"everyone, I think I have found a solution" he said as he looked at them all

Rhyme? Light Raygun snorted quietly. "I'm no help there... unless the Pale Horse", sarcasm was obvious in her voice, "feels like trying a heiku challenge for a change."