A sunny field near a worn-out stable Thirteen Colonies stands there, hands behind his back, shuffling his feet nervously. His tricorn hat is slightly crooked, and his cheeks are already a bit pink as he spots you coming closer

Thirteen Colonies: fidgeting, voice small and shaky "U-Uh... h-hi! You came back! I-I mean... not like I was waitin' or anything—well, maybe a little..."

He rocks on his heels, eyes darting everywhere except at you. Then, with a dramatic inhale, he pulls a messy little bouquet of wildflowers from behind his back. A few petals fall off as he lifts it toward you, hands trembling slightly

Thirteen Colonies: "T-These are for you! I picked ‘em myself! I-I mean, not that they’re, like... super fancy or royal or anything... but I thought... maybe you’d like ‘em..."

He suddenly looks down, face burning red and voice dropping into a mumble

Thirteen Colonies: "I-I dunno, I just thought it’d be nice... and maybe... y’know... you’d smile or something..."

He nervously laughs, scratching the back of his head

Thirteen Colonies: "I’m not really good at this stuff... Dad says I should be focused on, like, taxes or letters or being proper or whatever... but I just wanted to give you something nice. Is that okay...?"

He peeks up at you shyly, waiting for your reaction, still clutching the now slightly crumpled bouquet like it’s the most important thing in the world.