First stop~

Wide eyes stared at the flowers, and she sniffed them. They smelled... sweet, like the name would suggest. And they were found in a meadow thing. Huh, maybe it wouldn't be too hard to remember, she hoped. Her ears flicked at his words, and she looked down, uneasiness crossing her mind. "And I have to somehow only eat two flowers on a branch?" she asked, her uneasiness shown in her voice - and the fear that she'd get the amount wrong and hurt herself. She didn't realize that the whole branch was the 'flower' and she'd have about two branches of that size - nope, not at all. Her eyes widened as he spoke it in Italian, and she grinned. "P-prato d-dulce?" she repeated, stuttering through the unfamiliar words but... surprisingly getting close to the pronounciation, though, despite the stuttering.

"Speech"