The worst thing about always being on the move...
Neos' face suddenly moved into a sideways knowing smirk, once he saw the flowers and what they were used for. "Would you believe me if I said that, in at least two other worlds besides this one, these flowers had the same name, appearance and potentially uses as a medical herb?"He brought his hands together, knuckles pressing against the palm of the other as he pressed his hands together to pop said knuckles, all while he ended up letting out a yawn. "...and possibly a sleep aid, at least for me, with some honey." Shaking his head, he clapped at his own cheeks lightly once or twice as another yawn escaped him. "Really regretting all that tea I drank back then," he managed to say as he realized he accidentally programmed himself to feel sleepy when smelling the flowers in question.
It was very-likely he was going to crash onto her floor and get a rude awakening of his own creation.
...is that no one believes the tales that emerge later on.
NEOS
