Upon closer examination, each of the flowers is clearly unique. They're faintly warm, too.

It's hard to walk through the grass without stepping on the flowers, and for some reason stepping on them is vaguely upsetting now that you've looked more closely.

The woman does not appear to notice this. She hums a bit and stirs the pot with her swords. "Yeah, the place before, uh, something bad. That one! I'm cooking dinner for the family."