Tammy
*"It's not the same after you've snuffed it out."* The goddess huffed through their telepathic link. The song that left her lips would not be the same to her as the one that had danced from her throat just a few moments earlier, and so she wanted no part in it. Besides, despite everything that she had said and the mild offence with which she took to his actions, she still respected what her brother wanted. If he didn't want to hear the song, she would acquiesce him that out of respect for him as one of her siblings. She might be pricklier in this aspect than in her other one, but that didn't particularly mean she was crueler. If anything, the Child forgave easier than the Mother.

As he approached her with a favour on his metaphorical tongue, she glanced up at him. She appeared disinterested, but despite that she set down the basket of blueberries and plucked the flower from his hands. Bringing it close, the goddess of the harvest studied her brother's creation, tilting her head and swaying it in front of her gaze. Pinching the stem, she took a moment more to study it. *"This one could use a better method of reproduction."* She hummed after a moment, the advice travelling and emanating directly in the other god's mind. 

As the goddess of agriculture, she had little interest in the beauty of flowers. What mattered to her was the practicality of it all, and while this flower's method was *Passable*, it wasn't all that effective. Beautiful, yes, but unlikely to spread its seeds and bring about more of its kind into whatever realm it was placed in. *"The pollen isn't enticing for the insects."* Given that one of her preferred form was a locust, she was a particular expert on the kind of flowers that insects enjoyed. Driving away the pollinators was never a good strategy for flowers. Since it meant that flowers like this had to rely on intelligent mortals or higher entities to survive, rather than surviving on their own. A flower like this was *Weak*.
John
"Ah, then you have my sincerest apologies- dear sister.."

He was, relatively apologetic towards his elder sibling- though not entirely sorry for the silencing of her tune. It was that same annoyance that should be snuffed out like a raging flame, sound. Regardless of such unpleasantries, Nox listened to the advice being given on his flower, and whilst the critiquing certainly saddened him a tad, believing that this flower was perfect as is. He was overall relieved that he could gain some form of feedback on this specimen, it needed a better means to reproduce- and such a matter can be solved quite easily.. A second of these flowers were to sprawl outwards from his palm, and soon began running his index finger up and down the stem, between each petal, and occasionally poking at the base of the specimen.

With each poke, with each prod, the flower changed in his palm- sometimes it grew twisted, and occasionally it began shedding abnormal levels of pollen, soon creating a practical cloud of the stuff.. Yet after some minor trial and error, Nox succeeded in bettering its means to reproduce. Alas, he was proud! Indeed he was, and with an excited jolt of the neck, his stare returned to facing his sister.

"Sister sister.. I have done as you have spoken of, the flower should now be able to sustain itself quite well.. I am indeed quite happy with how this turned out.. Could you lend me your further insight on this specimen?"
Tammy
She watched him improve on the flower. It wasn't his purpose, but she couldn't find it in herself to disdain him for straying from his divinely ordained duty for just a moment. After all, it was *Her* Duty that he was helping her with, even he most likely didn't know it at all. She waited until he had completed his work on the flower before waving her hand and taking it for him to examine further. The goddess took a few moments to study the newly changed flower, then after a moment nodded in approval. She could tell that the pollen was better suited for insects, better for the flower to reproduce and ensure that its species lived on. She had never been too partial to insect reliant pollination, to be honest, but it was passable.

*"It's better."* Her voice informed him through their mental link. At the very least, now it wouldn't struggle to propagate and flourish when mortals got their hands on it. Of course, her advice was more related to plants in a domesticated environment like a garden or a field, rather than relating to flowers growing in the wild. She was a goddess of civilisation, after all, not a deity of the wild. Still, the changes that Nox had made would help it in both contexts, so she supposed that it wasn't particularly relevant which environment she was better suited for advising on.

She allowed the flower to slip from her hands, the blossom returning to her brother the moment it ended its contact with her fingers. The scent of freshly baked bread only grew stronger, heightening with the goddess' satisfaction upon fulfilling her purpose. Yes, her brother had been the one to actually do the improving, but her part in informing him of the flaws of his flowers beforehand was enough for her to find contentment with her work. Her sense of fulfilment was clear on her face, despite the fact that what she'd done didn't seem that grand or flashy. Then again, she wasn't a grand or flashy deity with a grand or flashy domain, so that did make sense.