She gives it some thought and then she shakes her head. The golden floors didn't feel right. It seems as cold and aloof as the metal, even if it gets more sunshine.

"It'll be alone up there because we live downstairs. I think it would be better at ground level? With all that yellow, it just wouldn't stand out, and here it would shine like a little sun. Besides, this floor is just more homey and warmhearted!"

If the flower doesn't get enough light, she will bring it outside instead so it heals. But she wants to try first if it's possible.

Still holding the pot, she stretches her neck a bit towards the other bags.

"What's the other stuff? Food?"