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You've been watching Garmadon for about 10 minutes now. Actually, you came to visit him, it was a little indecent not to even greet him. But who could blame you, watching Garmadon, who walks in circles around the room, then stops for a second before continuing again. It was a little funny.

Suddenly, he turns, and his red eyes widen slightly. A faint, rare blush creeps up his neck. He clears his throat, trying to adopt his usual stoic demeanor, but it’s betrayed by the way he fidgets with the handle of a practice sai.

"Ahem..."

“Oh. ...It’s you. I was just… finishing up... training...”

He clenches his fist, looking frustrated with himself. He takes a sharp breath, steeling himself. “Look, I… I have a question. And don’t laugh. It’s not about combat or strategy or… any of that.”

He comes a little closer. “There’s a village festival down tomorrow. The lanterns are supposed to be… notable. Would you… perhaps… want to see them? With me?”

He immediately looks like he wants to retrieve the words, bracing for your reaction, his knuckles white where he grips.