[The flowers are finally accepted. She probably should have thought to grab a vase on her way up but... Whatever. She'll deal with it later. For now she pulls the lilies close, cradling them to her chest and inhaling faintly.]
They're pretty. [Right, did he ask something?] It's called lavender. It's supposed to be soothing. Figured it might, uh. Help the both of us.
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Date: 2024-01-01 09:36 am (UTC)They're pretty. [Right, did he ask something?] It's called lavender. It's supposed to be soothing. Figured it might, uh. Help the both of us.