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[refinedvillian]

Lydia. You look beautiful. [Of course she does, she always looks beautiful.

He smiles nervously as he hands her the flowers. He's done this dozens of times before, why is he so nervous?]

I thought you might like these.

[The're offered out but he's not moving closer, not even trying to take a step inside.]

[moonspell]

[ Lydia doesn't immediately accept the flowers. In fact, though she looks a little flustered, her lips turn to a frown. Edgar has flirted before, he's always done whatever he pleased but flowers? What did he want now? ]

You don't need to flatter me to attempt to get me to help you, I'm already on board.

[ It had to be trying to gain her favor because she wasn't alright with the sword going to a fake, right? ]

[refinedvillian]

Ah, but see, they're suppose to represent bea...

[The flowers had been a stupid idea. With a quick smile, he decides to drop that hand and hold up the one with the covered cake.]

Then maybe you would like this better. I was promised it was delicious. [And he has asked.]

[moonspell]

[ What was even going on? ]

Cake?

[ Well that's thoughtful. ]

Have you been reading up on fairies? That might actually be a great idea, Edgar. [ She smiles. Because fairies like little pieces of cake okay!! ]

[refinedvillian]

[Oh, a compliment! But he hadn't been...

An actual blush appears on his face as he looks away.]

I haven't. Perhaps it would be a...[He can say it, he can say it!]

Perhaps we could to it together. [Oh, he was too bold!]

[moonspell]

[ This is actually a good technique, Edgar. Believing in fairies with her. It's something she can see common ground on. ]

Hm.. Do you have a thimble? If you leave small pieces of cakes and thimbles of honey on your window sill, there's a type of fairy that will come dance on your window sill and help with your gardening while you sleep.

[refinedvillian]

[A thimble? Was this a case of not full prepared?

He looks ashamed of himself as he shakes his head.]

No, I didn't think to bring one.

[moonspell]

Hmm... [ Lydia looks thoughtful for a moment. He looks sincerely disappointed about that though, so she smiles comfortingly. It looks like he was really looking forward to trying to do something with fairies.. ]

That's alright. I think they might still like some cake, after all.

[refinedvillian]

And you?

[Wouldn't you like some?]

[moonspell]

I'm still pretty full from dinner. Thank you, though.

[ assuming this is in the evening. ]

[refinedvillian]

[He had failed. The smile that he tries to force to his face does the same.]

Ah, I should have realized. I hope you accept the flowers, then.

[moonspell]

[ What.. even.. what was with that kind of face he was making? ]

Edgar, are you feeling alright?

[refinedvillian]

I'm fine. [I'm an idiot. I should have brought something better. Now how was she supposed to spend time with her?]

[moonspell]

Are you sure? You're acting more odd than normal.

[ Which is saying something! ]

[refinedvillian]

[Oh! She notices him normally! Oh, how does he handle this.

A smile, larger than Edgar normally wears, brightens up his face, even if he no longer can figure out where to look.]

If I seem to be different to you, it must be true but I feel fine.

[moonspell]

[ Maybe she'll just..

Lydia talks a step closer to him, raising her hand hesitantly, then settling it down on his forehead.

If he doesn't have a fever, it shouldn't be a problem, right..? ]

[refinedvillian]

[Maybe he does have a fever. His face did suddenly look very, very flushed and his chest may be heaving a bit faster than it was a second ago. Maybe that was why he could do nothing but stare down at her, as if moving would break the moment instantly.]

[moonspell]

Hmm..

[ Well, it seemed a little warm, but nothing like a fever. ]

I think you'll be okay. Perhaps you just need some rest.

[refinedvillian]

[His heart was thumping but he did IT anyway. As she withdrew her hand, he reached out to brush it.]

Thank you for your concern. You really are kind.

[moonspell]

I'm not that concerned or anything...

[ He's going to turn this around to some kind of flirting, right? Like he always does.. ]

If you get ill, it'll be problematic since Huskley might catch up to us. [ It's best to cut him off before he tries, right? ]

[refinedvillian]

No. [The unsure look disappeared.] He won't catch up to us, even if I get too sickly to move. Huskley won't ever hurt you.

[moonspell]

You sound awfully confident.

[refinedvillian]

[If only he could be as confident about some other things.]

I am confident of that much. You will be safe.

[moonspell]

I trust as much, since neither of us are getting what we want if I die. [ She can comfort herself that that's true as far as she knows. ]

[refinedvillian]

Do you really think that's all it is?

[Why did she think that? Didn't she understand how important she was?]