"Right!" The Balladeer snaps his fingers, pointing at the nearest bush. "Right! Flowers! These are roses - I don't really know what kind, but they're pretty, aren't they?"

He takes a step towards them, reaching out to touch Wheatley's elbow as he moves away. Hopefully he won't just go toppling over again - he's still close enough that he should be able to grab him if he does. "Hey, you're getting the balancing thing pretty good. Want to try walking?"