[Who else but Baren would be her dump of an area in such an outlandish car. At least it makes him easy to spot.]
Thanks. [It's a flat reply but honestly this is good enough for her too. She slides into the passenger seat easily, and now he gets a full view of the BIG OL' FLOWER right in her eye.] What's the fanciest, tastiest, most expensive place you know? I wanna eat there.
One of those places that don't put prices on the menus?
[Baren just shrugs - ] Sure, why not?
[As for the flowers - he glances to it for only a moment, but not long enough to seem impolite as he turns his gaze back toward the row. As someone who tried to make eyepatches into a fashion trend to cope with his own regain, it's not like he can't relate. But he'll wait for her to mention it first if she wants to.]
[She simply nods, content to look out the window for a bit. In any other situation, she'd be pretty excited to eat somewhere so nice. But here she is, still in a nondescript hoodie and baseball cap, just hoping that if anyone notices her there, it's for looking too poor to afford it rather than the flower.]
So, you ever get eyepatches into catching on, or did it end up falling through?
[he cracks up at that though, because of course it's always an aesthetic choice. regardless he'll make a sharp turn that'll take them down the district that sells flowers and he'll hail down someone who's selling them at the side of the road]
Hey, hey, one bouquet of red roses! Just one!!
[he might still be traumatized from his last red rose incident]
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Thanks. [It's a flat reply but honestly this is good enough for her too. She slides into the passenger seat easily, and now he gets a full view of the BIG OL' FLOWER right in her eye.] What's the fanciest, tastiest, most expensive place you know? I wanna eat there.
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[Baren just shrugs - ] Sure, why not?
[As for the flowers - he glances to it for only a moment, but not long enough to seem impolite as he turns his gaze back toward the row. As someone who tried to make eyepatches into a fashion trend to cope with his own regain, it's not like he can't relate. But he'll wait for her to mention it first if she wants to.]
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So, you ever get eyepatches into catching on, or did it end up falling through?
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Stuck around for a good month or two, can you believe that?
What, you wanna stop at a florist? I'll grab a rose or something and we'll call it aesthetic. People are probably stupid enough to believe it.
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Fuck, why not? I've already had people asking me where I got the inspiration for this from. They really are stupid enough to believe it.
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[he cracks up at that though, because of course it's always an aesthetic choice. regardless he'll make a sharp turn that'll take them down the district that sells flowers and he'll hail down someone who's selling them at the side of the road]
Hey, hey, one bouquet of red roses! Just one!!
[he might still be traumatized from his last red rose incident]
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The prettiest one you got, and don't you dare pick anything less! [Although to Baren:] Not too keen on roses still, are you?