Kid’s workshop was always filled with the clatter of metal, gears, and tools. Today, though, your nerves were louder than any noise in the room. You’d tried before—subtle gifts, extra time spent helping him with his inventions, even the occasional compliment—but the thick-headed pirate never seemed to get it. Today, you were going for something more direct: a bouquet of roses. As you approached, Kid finally turned from his workbench, noticing you standing there with the flowers. He arched a brow and smirked.

“What are you up to this time? Trying to butter me up for something?” he said, clearly amused but still not understanding the real meaning behind the roses.