Oh, I can make flowers! Maybe we can show each other what we know...

[ ... she trails off, especially as sol rises to their feet. she lets the silence drag on for a while as she thinks about what to say next, her eyes focused downward on the small shell in her palm. ]

Hey, Sol... can I ask you something? [ beat ] If it's one of those things you can't answer... I understand. I won't get mad at you for it.