[The alien flower is practically shrieking at James while its leaves and blossoms quiver angrily all around them, giving off more of that hideous odor. Ian coughs and then kneels down to take off his backpack, unzipping it and then rustling around, trying to do some quick thinking. The only thing he has are sharp pencil and pens (what is he gonna do, stab the flower? Bad idea), his papers, empty lunchbox and...
... An extra large cookie he bought for himself from the cafe, studded with poppy seeds, fragrant with the scent of lemon. He rips off the plastic wrap.]
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[The alien flower is practically shrieking at James while its leaves and blossoms quiver angrily all around them, giving off more of that hideous odor. Ian coughs and then kneels down to take off his backpack, unzipping it and then rustling around, trying to do some quick thinking. The only thing he has are sharp pencil and pens (what is he gonna do, stab the flower? Bad idea), his papers, empty lunchbox and...
... An extra large cookie he bought for himself from the cafe, studded with poppy seeds, fragrant with the scent of lemon. He rips off the plastic wrap.]
Do you think we can feed it this?