Savannah thought carefully for a moment. Then she said slowly. "The rose would definetly mean love." Duh. That was an easy flower, everybody knows that one. Savannah tries to think of another one, a more less common one that no one has said yet. She has to admitt it's not an easy task, because after all, Savannah doesn't know a lot of flowers.

Savannnah nibbed on the end of her quill, then spit it out quickly. Doesn't taste very pleasant. Then she saw some yellow stuff in her parchment, how it got there, she has no idea. Dandelions!! "Dandelions could mean..." Could mean what? "The start of new things?" Savannah suggested hopefully. "I mean, dandelions are the flowers of spring...I don't know, it was just a thought."