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Her eyes widened a fraction as the girl spoke, and she nodded idly, humming almost to herself, "I suppose we are. Yeah. That's interesting." She had never really thought of her name as a flower; it had been her great-grandmother's name, or something like that, periodically passed down in the family for generations.

Lily's shoulders fell in relief as Poppy explained, and a smile returned to her face once more, though the puzzlement didn't quite fade. "I'm not sure what a 'dog' is, but you seem nice enough, so I don't think I really need to know, then," she reasoned, shrugging. "You look like a wolf, and you live with them--right?" Lily asked, trying to confirm her earlier assessment.