[ She must be used to this by now, the widening of the eyes, the slight pause after she says her name. Flynn stares entirely without meaning to, his lips parted silently, that little sword still held delicately between his fingers like a silly jab at the real thing.

Estellise. Estelle, with lovely manners and a sweet face, Estelle, who Yuri talks about with such affection and longing.

Estelle, who he is staring at in a store.

Flynn shakes it off, embarrassed at his own lapse of manners. ]

My apologies. It's just, I've heard that name before. Estelle, I mean— from someone, um, very important to me. If you haven't met him yet—

[ Goddess above, Scifo, let's go in order here and not overwhelm the poor girl. He shakes his head at himself, his ears burning. ]

Let me start over. My name is Flynn Scifo, and it really is a pleasure to meet you and I'd love to try and find our way together, and also if you haven't met Yuri Lowell yet I really think we should find him first.