Paxton nodded at her words and sniffed hard, his hands running against his eyes again. So he was looking for a prettier, taller Flora and a Flora who was a thin boy.

Mentally noting the descriptions, Paxton tightened his grip on her hand for fear she would vanish. Despite their near-constant bickering, it seemed the two got on quite well. He rather enjoyed her company.

"You are quite pretty though," Paxton mused as they moved through the crowd. He didn't think much on his words - it was more a vocal observation. He certainly hadn't meant anything by it.

"Is that them?" He stooped and pointed toward a couple of people stood by a water feature. They kind of matched the descriptions Flora had given him.

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