[The longer she stares the more he fidgets, thinking that she'd probably have liked a book with more words in it and maybe he should've transcribed her a book of poetry or history or folk tales instead of what it is - a book full of carefully illustrated flowers and their meanings penned out slowly, not in his usual scrawl, alongside. There's the occasional comment or tale to go along with a few, but. It's not really a book to read so much as a dictionary with pretty pictures.]
Yeah. Uh. Started a while ago - when...
[Then he loses track of what he was going to say when he sees how much she wants it, glances down, mostly apprehensive but a tad possessive. Just. Get it over with. He turns it over so it's sitting on his palm and pushes it forward with a sigh.]
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Yeah. Uh. Started a while ago - when...
[Then he loses track of what he was going to say when he sees how much she wants it, glances down, mostly apprehensive but a tad possessive. Just. Get it over with. He turns it over so it's sitting on his palm and pushes it forward with a sigh.]
Take it.