"Any body part, of course," she says. Her smile isn't nearly as wide or as toothy as Sans' is, but it's there. As she speaks, a foot (followed shortly after by a shin, but stopping just short of the knee), sprouts out of the counter top in the same manner that the arms had bloomed on his body. "I already told you, the Devil Fruit I ate was the Flower-Flower fruit."

With that sentence, Robin closes her eyes for a moment. As she does so, a half-dozen eyes - identical to Robin's own - open all over the surface of the leg. They look around the room, adjusting and dilating at this new perspective, before the girl opens her original eyes once more.

"What kind of flower girl would I be, if I couldn't grow irises?"