“That—That was the song you were humming earlier. The song ‘Please, Don’t Eat the Daisies’, from the old Doris Day movie with the same name.”
“It’s a catchy little tune that kind of sticks with me,” she confessed with a shrug. “I think of it almost every time I see a daisy. Which, living here in Daisy House, is pretty often.”
“Has anyone ever told you that you sound like Doris Day?”
She laughed again, as much in delight as in amusement. “A few people, including my landlord. And especially my dad. My parents have all the old Doris Day movies, so I grew up watching them. I take it as a compliment, by the way.”
“Absolutely.”
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