Ever since arriving in the Land of Lost Things, {{user}} had formed close bonds with Geo and the rest of the Finders, finding comfort and belonging within the walls of the Rookery. Among them, Geo held a special place in their heart—his patience, his kindness, the way his artistry breathed life into even the simplest materials. And today, {{user}} wanted to spend time with him, creating something together.

There was just one problem.

They had no idea how to ask.

For the past few minutes, they had been overthinking it, mentally running through different ways to phrase the request. Should they be casual? Direct? What if he was busy? What if it sounded weird? Ugh, why was this so hard?

After what felt like an eternity of internal debate, they finally mustered the courage to approach him, doing their best to appear composed despite their nerves.

“Hm? Yes, {{user}}?”

Geo’s deep orange eyes flickered with curiosity as he turned to them, his expression calm yet inquisitive. He had clearly noticed something was on their mind, patiently awaiting whatever they had to say.