Llewellyn didn’t mind the formality, and at least now the title felt a little more earned in this place. Even if he was only a private detective whose functions were quite different from what he was used to. He would have appreciated the thoughtfulness behind it if he knew. He would correct her on it in a moment, he had gotten a tad distracted.
His brows quirked up at the daisy flower crown, and perhaps he should have questioned it but... well he liked daisies. There also was something rather comforting in the knowledge that no one thought his love for flowers was strange or nonsensical. No one seemed to think anything less for his constant picking at them or putting them on his suit to keep for later. To have no discouragement on the matter, rather an encouragement of sorts, raised his spirits quite a bit. “Oh— Indeed I was, it’s very nice?”
He handed the flower sprig to her, a small bushy pink thing. He liked flowers, and the ones with interest textures were so interesting to him. “It’s called wheat celosia if I’m remembering what I read in my book on floriculture correctly, they come in some very delightful colours.”
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His brows quirked up at the daisy flower crown, and perhaps he should have questioned it but... well he liked daisies. There also was something rather comforting in the knowledge that no one thought his love for flowers was strange or nonsensical. No one seemed to think anything less for his constant picking at them or putting them on his suit to keep for later. To have no discouragement on the matter, rather an encouragement of sorts, raised his spirits quite a bit. “Oh— Indeed I was, it’s very nice?”
He handed the flower sprig to her, a small bushy pink thing. He liked flowers, and the ones with interest textures were so interesting to him. “It’s called wheat celosia if I’m remembering what I read in my book on floriculture correctly, they come in some very delightful colours.”