Heh, I guess so. But in this case it's probably better it doesn't.

[He watches anxiously as she pushes the button, not that he doubts his engineering.

The panels open up from the top, folding back like a flower to reveal a softly glowing base within, shifting blues and greens reminiscent of the sea, meant to project brightly enough to give the room a watery ambiance. Over it rises a flower, hovering somehow in the center in gentle rotation as it unfurls purple metal petals. A tinkling tune plays along with it, which might be familiar as one of the songs Anemone had shared with him.]

It looks better in the dark. And ah, well, back home we have flowers also called anemones so...