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Felicity looked between Nyle and his plants as she listened to his explanation. He was—wow, very passionate. A little too eager? She noticed that he wasn't really...breathing? She was a little concerned, truthfully, but it was also a little funny. He was an endearing little guy, and she admired the love he had for plants—it's the same way she could gush about the details of the First Wizarding War. "You can breathe, Nyle. No need to get everything out in one go, you've gone red," she said with a goodnatured giggle once he finished up.
"If you think that you can whip something up, I'd appreciate it." Felicity wasn't expecting anything impressive, but she wanted to humor him. She knew he'd have fun doing it. "But maybe you should wash up a bit first? At least your hands?" she suggested with a glance over him. "You're a little muddy, pet." She picked that up from her dad—pet—it's what he'd call her, especially when she was younger, and still sometimes to this day. Very common in Ireland, apparently, and she liked the ring it had. It felt like you were talking to a little puppy, which is kind of how she thought of Nyle. Just a sweet little one. Was that bad? She just wanted to give him a little pat on the head. |