“Fetch me that flower; the herb I showed thee once. The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid, will make man or woman madly dote upon the next live creature that it sees.
Cooper had frowned at the tv, trying to follow the loopy language.
"So basically he's telling that naked kid to go get him a roofie?"
Park had punched him lightly and readjusted on the couch so that his head was in Cooper's lap facing the TV. "It's not a roofie, it's Cupid's flower. Love-in-idleness."
"A flower that drugs you into thinking you are in love. Uh-huh, right. So are there Athenian police in this forest or what?”