"No," I said "You will look ridiculous with the grass. I am not going to do that."
"No, we won't." They insisted. "That is where we want to be potted. We don't like any of the others you have here."
I ignored them for about fifteen minutes, and finally gave in. Pansies are very persuasive flowers.
They didn't look half bad, and at first I thought my little stalk would be pleased at the company. Little did we know that the Pansies were not planning on co-habitation. They were aiming for pot domination. Which they did; I still like them, though.