[ Fabian's probably gotten flowers on other occasions. The sort that Gorgug can't imagine, except for something to do with family functions, though his father's side of the family doesn't seem the sort to hand them out. But when it comes to dating? Gorgug nods, understanding, considering-- well. Aelwyn. ]

I didn't think you did. But, I like flowers. [ He figured that out, after talking about them all day. ] And I figured if you didn't like them, we could throw them away. But I got these because, these colours make me think of you. [ He points, first to the red, ] Because you wear your Owlbears jacket all the time, and the white [ pointing! ] is like your hair.

And then this-- [ to the singular yellow ] --is the way you stand out.

[ He's smiling, has been this entire time, and he looks at Fabian now with that fond look; a little flushed himself, but in a good mood kind of way. ]

I don't know what the flowers are or if they mean anything.

[ He's not that deep into flowers. ]