Hey - sticky.

[ His old, weak heart isn't in the chiding. He nudges her back, accumulating more honey-glitter on his jacket. ]

But I will. [ He grins back, slightly less bright than hers - but who can compete with Ruby's full on grin? ] Maybe I'll ask if she can bring some of the flowers back. That'd be nice.

[ Maybe not a whole blanket for the town, not really. But something nice for everyone, for a while, if it's feasible. ]

And it'd also be nice if you got to the baths. I didn't mean to keep you.