human
My. _This_ smells like Rose,
gpt
You're right, it does, indeed, because it _is_ roses--dried wild rose petals which she gathered and preserved herself. I saw it in her little cabin, and know that it was her most precious possession, yet she gave it to 'Uncle Don' as a keepsake, so that he might remember her whenever he smells of it.
human
Wasn't she just _too_ sweet to do that. My, how I would like to see her, Uncle Don.
gpt
Well, perhaps you may, some day.