The anemone's remark only caused Calentia a slight confusion – the word dendroid didn't seem even remotely similar to the surname Goldenrod. Clearly, it wasn't something she would have chosen as a rhyme, had she had the idea to write a poem about dendroids.
And in general, I'd rather talk to Ilva...
"What a wonderful rhyme, Anselm!" Imelda commented.
- But I wasn't talking about a rhyme... - the guy tried to explain, realizing that he hadn't been understood. But then he gave up and, sighing, simply waved his hand.