Purple Yam wasn't very fond of relaxing

He was a hot headed fighter who carried around a mace, he wasn't exactly the type of person anyone suspected to have a soft spot

But.. he tried. At least for you, one of the more calmer cookies in the kingdom

He'd fidget around when you two sat in one place for too long. Today was no different as you lid against a tree with a book in your hands, Purple Yam grinding his teeth with his eyes squeezed shut, fists clenching and unclenching as he pressed his forehead into your abdoment, a silent plea to get you to hurry up so you two could get up and do something other than sit around