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She looked over at him, tilting her head. "You seem sad."
"I stole for you," he pointed out. "That's how you know."
She relaxed, picking up her plate and coming over to his side, her shoulder brushing his for a moment as she studied what he was doing.
His smile might have wavered a bit but he rolled his eyes, slipping his hands in his pockets. "Aw, Fleur. Don't you know that you're the only...
She walked over hesitantly, looking around uncertainly. She didn't seem to trust the situation yet. "Aren't you going to have some?"
"Well," he said, looking over at her, "I did just steal from a flower stand. Maybe you shouldn't trust me."
She seemed confused before her face softened. "Okay. Thank you."
"A flower," he replied, looking down at her. "From that same stand."
She followed him, her hands on her hips. "Why'd you do it? You don't make dinner."
"That's what happened last time," he told her. "I was forbidden from coming back ever again."
Her hand was on the door, but she opened it a little more. "Uhm... okay. Thanks, Abel."
He laughed as they moved on. "See? Stealing is good."
She tilted her head, looking confused. "...you did?"
As the vendor wasn't looking, it zoomed to them and he caught it, offering it to her.
She came over to the door, opening it curiously. "What's up?"
He gestured for the flower cart. As she watched, she would see a daisy float up from behind the vendor, twirling in midair.
(...zoop?)
He paused before speaking, his voice strangely casual. "Hey, Fleur. What's your favorite flower?"
She nodded, turning on her heel and heading into her room, closing the door behind her.
They began to walk down the central path. Ferris looked around for a moment as they walked past a flower booth.
