[ Wherever Syrlya leads, Strange follows, making certain to keep up and not be left behind. Strange is still blatantly gawking, looking like the world's most obvious tourist, as he looks from a plant to the pond to a sparsely dressed Sylvari lady who's plant clothes do nothing to hide her chest and okay yeah Strange is looking back at Syrlya now. ]

Something like this makes England look absolutely pathetic, [ Strange muses. ] I'll have to hide any books about my world from you!

[ He idly sits in the daisy chair, testing it to see if it would hold his weight. He's sitting in a literal flower. How amazing is this? ]