Okay, these two are cute, odd, but cute.
Flowery speech, whether in dialogue or info dump, pops up more and more in reading new novels lately. I’ll be reading along; and suddenly, the urge to get a watering can and do some gardening hits me out of no where. A fine line, like razor wire, exists between descriptive prose and plunging into the valley of gossamer wings and butterfly kisses. Falling into this cradle of cotton balls can lose a reader faster than repeating adverbs. :)