Oi, be careful with that! It's fragile. Bruises easily. [He may chide the little robot (all right, the rather large robot) about it, but he's hardly taken his eyes off of what's distracted him.

Jaskier purses his lips at his less-than-enthused friend.]

Why, whatever you want with it. It's colorful and bright, and from me. Also, I was considering perhaps a giant soup. You carve out all the guts and pour the soup in. Very festive.

[Time, unfortunately, has further lessened the limit Jaskier had on his impulses. Sometimes he doesn't think things through at all, and he sees little reason in justifying his ideas because they're his ideas, and thus very good ones. What he doesn't think about is why a lot of automatons would want a human food, or how one would make the amount of soup to fill that giant pumpkin, or what, even, sort of soup it should be.]

I'm simply going through the niceties, thank you. I don't only grow pumpkins. And it came from the ground. Surely you remember how plants grow? I could remind you. Liven up the place. Oooh, what about another giant tree in the middle? This time with blossoms, some color.