The Phantom, Christine, and Raoul were all in a coffee shop when the Phantom decided to admit something he had been thinking of for a while...

The Phantom sighed loudly. "I feel regret over being human." Christine stared at him, puzzled. "You regret being human? Dear, what ever do you mean?" Raoul continued to sip his coffee, uninterested in the topic. 

The Phantom furrowed his eyebrows and declared, "I want to be a dandelion." Christine daintily set down her coffee cup, and Raoul choked on his coffee, making the liquid come out of his nose.

"A dandelion?! Those fluffy little white flowers!?" Raoul laughed, despite his undignified appearance. The Phantom frowned angrily, shoving a much-needed napkin in his face. Christine put her hand on The Phantom's arm. "But Erik, dear, Raoul is right. They are very fluffy. But, they also blow away with a gust of the wind." She reasoned. 

Erik held her hand tightly and gazed into the distance. "No, to me dandelions are unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die." He sighed sharply. "That is what I wish to be."

Raoul wiped his face and glared at him. "They're also edible."

Erik and Christine both looked at Raoul, baffled. Christine had a large blush across her face from holding in her laughter, and Erik held his usual scowl.

"Check please."