That is an almost absurd result.

Aren't we moving away from that?

Because,” he said quietly as she stood up, “until you walked into it, this was an ordinary garden.”

Puzzled, Elizabeth tipped her head. “What is it now?”

“Heaven.

Why, look at me. I've worked my way up from nothing to a state of extreme poverty.

Stick Boy liked Match Girl,
He liked her a lot.
He liked her cute figure,
he thought she was hot.

But could a flame ever burn
for a match and a stick?
It did quite literally;
he burned up quick.

It's a match made in heaven...by a retarded angel.