audience: cinnabar

[cyclists]

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[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. ]