the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
'Amham', happy enough with his nickname and delighting in the cotton candy he manages to procure with Evie at his side, offers her a grin and holds up his own colourful cloud to compare it with her own. "Well, at least the taste is pleasant, even if it is all the same," he says, following suit to pluck some of the fluff from his cotton candy to pop it into his mouth, where it instantly melts on his tongue. Eyes widening - cue baby's first sugar rush - he is clearly oblivious to the idea of getting sick or his usual preferences.
Clearly the Evergreen's penchant for sweetness has passed to her greenhouse-born son.
"Hm? Oh, that is quite a language," he notes, readily accepting the second bouquet of cotton candy (someone will hold his hair when he's sick on the way home, won't they?) and glancing to Deimos as he approaches with a smile. "That sounds like a good idea." He nods.
Clearly the Evergreen's penchant for sweetness has passed to her greenhouse-born son.
"Hm? Oh, that is quite a language," he notes, readily accepting the second bouquet of cotton candy (someone will hold his hair when he's sick on the way home, won't they?) and glancing to Deimos as he approaches with a smile. "That sounds like a good idea." He nods.
