[ He sits down with her. He's curious about her, piqued by the picture the formal military woman makes when she smiles like that. He hesitates for a moment and then curls his hand around hers, lifting his gaze to check with her that it's all right. ]
So ya don't have flowers on th'colony... [ He broaches curiously, ] What's there instead? Somethin' that's nice about it.
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So ya don't have flowers on th'colony... [ He broaches curiously, ] What's there instead? Somethin' that's nice about it.