Well, you get along with me.

[They're not the same age, but it doesn't occur to Polnareff to count himself as someone not normal.]

And Sherry-- she loved people. She loved anyone who had a speck of goodness in them-- and god, she'd talk to you about flowers all day. We had a little garden outside our house, after Mama died, she was the one who planted everything-- tulips, that was her favorites. That's how I know them, she liked the red ones the best.