"I can't say I've reflected on what the face of floral crime even looks like." A gross miscalculation on his part, as he is frequently the victim of these heinous acts.

"I see, I suppose you have a point." Hershel sighed, picking at the petals of one of the flowers he liberated from his hair idly. "I imagine something like that wouldn't be high on Sasuke's list of pleasant topics to discuss. Still, he might want to know the full extent of what you've experienced for himself. Maybe when he's had more time to process everything you should bring it up, give him the choice to hear more and what not."

Oh boy, he frowned. "If it was a visual memory it must have been a sensory overload. Poor Clive and Sasuke, they're such private people, this must be horrendous to them." He shook his head. "I suppose we all will have to deal with it sooner or later though."