Just smile and be happy.
He looked to the colorful array of flowers in different shapes and sizes. "What a marvelous idea!" Although Zavien would love to pretend that he knew their names and meanings, he hadn't the faintest clue. His approach to the delicate petals was slow and cautious, nervous that he may ruin their fragile beauty. A few specific ones stood out to him; the sharp stalks of purple flowers smelled good while the white buds reminded him of the kind he often saw scattered along the roadsides. In a posh tone, he asks, "Are you interested in the fluffy purple swords or the broken eggs?"
Meantime, he gave the grumbling snowball an admiring nod worthy of a respectable chaperone, hoping to alleviate its adorable display of anger.
While he leaned forward to continue inspecting the assortment of flowers, he answered her following question without a second thought. "Toys." But when his brain finally registered his response, he straightened quickly to stumble through an explanation. "Not for me - obviously. For kids. Not my kids. Just some friends. Not that I don't have adult friends. They just help me with my training sometimes. Although I guess that term is a little generous..." His voice faded as his mind short-circuited. The silence was probably preferred to the rambling. Instead, he just laughed, picking up the pieces of his thoughts. "Sorry. Not many people know that I buy them gifts. I've never had to explain it before." With a clearing of his throat, he gave Lena a self-conscious smile.
Meantime, he gave the grumbling snowball an admiring nod worthy of a respectable chaperone, hoping to alleviate its adorable display of anger.
While he leaned forward to continue inspecting the assortment of flowers, he answered her following question without a second thought. "Toys." But when his brain finally registered his response, he straightened quickly to stumble through an explanation. "Not for me - obviously. For kids. Not my kids. Just some friends. Not that I don't have adult friends. They just help me with my training sometimes. Although I guess that term is a little generous..." His voice faded as his mind short-circuited. The silence was probably preferred to the rambling. Instead, he just laughed, picking up the pieces of his thoughts. "Sorry. Not many people know that I buy them gifts. I've never had to explain it before." With a clearing of his throat, he gave Lena a self-conscious smile.
Zavien
