[The specter looks from Sherlock to Darin and then finally down to the flower wistfully. There's a slight melancholy to her expression and movements and she merely holds the flower up once more, as if to say she just wants to offer the flower.]
[Darin, however, remains unconvinced.]
I don't want a haunted flower, Sherlock. I've had a rough month and I'd like to not be cursed or haunted.
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[Darin, however, remains unconvinced.]
I don't want a haunted flower, Sherlock. I've had a rough month and I'd like to not be cursed or haunted.