She gave him a small smile, her gaze shifting back down to the fire again. "...I'm glad you're here."
She finished the corn quickly, cleaning off the utensil that came with it before placing it in her bag. When she was done, she stood, going over to the flowers and just running her fingers through the strands.
He watched her curiously, cleaning up when he was finished as well, but instead stretched out with a yawn.
“In elf culture,” she told him thoughtfully, “we take the languages of the flowers very seriously.” She looked around the flower garden, looking thoughtful. “You can often tell the intention of a place by the flowers that are in the area. If a restaurant has purple flowers, you know that they’re trying to establish themselves as a location for the royal families.”
He looked over at her curiously before turning the all the flowers around them. "Do these ones mean anything?"
She laughed a little, tilting her head as she looked around. "This area is different from over there," she said, her fingers brushing over a tulip. "This one signifies love." Her laughter deepened and she rolled her eyes. "A lot of flowers signify love, I guess. Red tulips are generally deep, long-lasting love, though. Daisies are innocence. Lavender is devotion." She looked around thoughtfully. "In the elven cities, this would be an area that couples would come to if they were several years into their marriage, I suppose, but..." Her brow furrowed. "The daisies throw a wrinkle in it. By the time you've been married for a while, I don't think anyone would say it's an innocent love." She paused before shrugging, looking over at him sheepishly. "Maybe they just chose them because they look pretty."
He propped himself up, watching her curiously. "I think I marriage could remain innocent through several years. It depends on what you mean by innocent."
She laughed a little, her fingers brushing through the lavender. “I think innocent just means new and... you know, tentative. By the time you’ve achieved red tulip status, you’re so comfortable with each other, that there’s nothing that’s new, so the innocence in the relationship has diminished.”
"We have different ideas, then," he said easily, lying back with with a yawn. "I think it means pure or guileless. It would depend on the person."
She rested on her side, watching him thoughtfully as she pulled both the yellow and the pink cloak over her. "I don't know," she mused. "I think it might be something you could find. If we found the right person." She gave him a smile, laughing a little. "A nice demon girl?"
He raised an eyebrow at her with a small frown. "I'm still not interested. I'm not looking for a relationship.'
“No, there’s not,” she agreed, looking a little confused. “I just thought... I don’t know. I guess that makes sense.”
He squinted at her curiously. "Are you looking for relationship? You know, this journey might be good for it."
