audience: cinnabar

[cyclists]

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[globs]

[ well, that's one thing gems and humans have in common. Cinnabar and the others all love flowers, too. But rather than saying as much, they just hum, looking around the garden quietly. ]

... Something blue.

[ that seems like Minato's color. ]

[cyclists]

Hmm... then to express your gratitude -

What of bluebells?

[globs]

Bluebells?

[ they're from like 10 million years in the future, they don't know all the modern plants... ]

[cyclists]

[cinnabar is doing their best

and lune will guide the two of them over to a section of the garden - gesturing to some bloomed bluebells]

They are blue, as you wished - and in the language of flowers, they are able to signify gratitude and kindness.

[globs]

[ Oh. They like these flowers. Their expression softens a little bit when they see them, and they start putting on their gloves. ]

... Those will do.

[cyclists]

[lune seems pleased with that, then turning to admire the other flowers]

Are there any that you personally prefer?

[globs]

[ they glance over their shoulder at him briefly, then back to the flowers, crouching down to start picking them. ]

Does it matter? I'm not getting flowers for myself.

[cyclists]

No, I suppose not.

[and then there's just a pause as lune will wander over closer to the more warm-hued flowers]

However, I am.

[globs]

... Why?

[ tone cautious. ]