"Elaborate. Please." Jel said, staring at Osbert, who just stood there with a smile on his face. "What do you mean that is your father? What even is the Stranded Blossom?"
"I thought you knew," Osbert asked, tilting his head at Jel, amused.
"I do know but like a definition you think you might know, you still need to double-check. Isn't it a flower?" Jel said, slightly annoyed as he began pacing around the room. "Your father is a flower??"
Osbert chuckled, cupping Jel's face in his hands, "You certainly have a very active imagination, Jel. And you are right, more or less."
"What is it then? Tell me?"
"Well, a Stranded Blossom would be something like a prison. It was made specifically by creatures like us for creatures like us." Osbert explained, getting quite into this as Jel listened intently.
"Really? Tell me more." Jel asked, looking at Osbert's excited expression, a smile coming on his face as well.