She: "In shadows where lovers dare linger, what blooms but shuns the sun's fervent finger?"
He, pondering with a flourish: "Ah! A riddle for the ages. Is it..."
She: "...the eternal shadow flower, whose petals weave secrets of the hour?"
He: "Indeed! But be wary! For in this riddle lies the true heart's folly!"
Sudden intermission: "Cue the pie in the face!" cried the unseen director, and alas, a pastry catastrophe ensued.
She, wiping cream from her brow: "The sweetest of riddles, indeed."
He: