Blacktail Deer Plateau Warm winds of summer's wreckage

I'm pretty sure I stole the following line from Futurama.

She said she'd like that and it warmed his heart, though Peregrine wasn't oblivious to the anxiety in her stammered reply. "Don't worry. You can just try it on for size. If it doesn't fit, no big deal," he said, shrugging nonchalantly to show her that there was no pressure. Peregrine would love to see one of his kids take after him, yet more than anything, he just wanted them to find their niches.

Tytonidae suddenly became distracted by a leaf, which was not at all out of character for her. Chuckling, Peregrine padded after her and stared at the leaf in question. Much to his surprise, it was vividly colored and patterned. He blinked and even ducked his head to scrub at his eyes. When he looked again, the leaf seemed, if anything, even more colorful and intricate. Peregrine bent down until his nose was touching it. He was transfixed.

"Huh," he said after a very long moment of staring, drawing back slightly. He then started as if stung by a bee, blinking loudly at his young daughter. "Is it just me or did everything just taste purple for a second?"