[Guren had seen those, and he was half tempted to pick one and give it to Dextera... but picking it means killing it, and in a town like this, he thought Dextera would appreciate the living ones more. Guren does, at least.
He shifts subtly on the blanket, making it so that his arm can brush against Dextera's from how close they are. The next berry is for himself, but he'll give Dextera one more, at least.]
They remind me of you. Not just the tulips. Flowers do.
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[Guren had seen those, and he was half tempted to pick one and give it to Dextera... but picking it means killing it, and in a town like this, he thought Dextera would appreciate the living ones more. Guren does, at least.
He shifts subtly on the blanket, making it so that his arm can brush against Dextera's from how close they are. The next berry is for himself, but he'll give Dextera one more, at least.]
They remind me of you. Not just the tulips. Flowers do.