Hm? [Claude was so preoccupied splashing his face that he hadn't noticed someone approaching. He looks up at Robyn, squinting.]

Oh, yeah! I just got hit in the face with a flower. [Wait, that makes no sense. He rubs his stinging eyes and tries again.] Um... some kind of special flower? It barfed out some kind of magical pollen-y stuff in my face when I tried to pick it.

[His eyes are watering less now that he's washed his face, at least, but it's going to take a while for the effects to completely go away.]