"What?" she repeats, stuck as a broken record as the processes his seemingly useless answer... but then she remembers several amorous "couples" -- she assumed couples, why should she not? -- on her walk home. If he would look into her eyes, he'll see her working it out. Doing the math. One magic place plus strange free gifts equals GIANT ENORMOUS CATCH. Whether the flower's specific game is lowering inhibitions or some other wizardry, she gets it. And she contemplates being angry -- not at him, but at yet another violation, one more way this place is messing with them. But like the other ways, she can't deem this all bad.

Flowers, indeed. She frees a hand, holding to him all the more with the second, to remove the flower from her hair, and mentally adds this incident to her list of reasons for mixed feelings about colorful foliage.

Carol exhales, offers a tiny smile. "Ah. And here I was thinking not being on the run all the time must be doing wonders for my looks." It's such a dumb joke but what better way to say hey, no hard feelings.

...Actually.

"Don't worry about it. I didn't mind." So true, and yet she's glad he most likely won't ask her to elaborate because God only knows what she'd say. It wasn't any good but it being Daryl prevents her from considering this bad. Unless, of course, he literally or otherwise runs from her.