[ he seems completely unbothered by her sudden familiar closeness, even lowering the hand holding his acquisition so she can have a better look at it. three thin shoots jut up from the soil, each of them ending in a small, bulbous profusion of petals. they emit a steady, sky-blue glow. ]

They are, aren't they? They, uh, remind me of someone. So I couldn't resist.

[ he blinks when she call him baby-faced, but it's not the first, or even the second or third, time he's heard someone describe him that way. his answering smile is winsome. ]

Yeah. I arrived about a... it's been nearly a week ago, now, I think.