[ And she's off and tugging again, gaze trained unerringly in a certain direction. ] I was over by this tree, and... there!
[ Mary points now, to a small patch of flowers growing just underneath the closest bench. She'll let go of his hand to gently pull one free and into the sun, offering it for his inspection. ]
See? It's exactly the color of sea-salt ice cream! And when it gets darker at the edges, that's the color of your eyes.
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[ And she's off and tugging again, gaze trained unerringly in a certain direction. ] I was over by this tree, and... there!
[ Mary points now, to a small patch of flowers growing just underneath the closest bench. She'll let go of his hand to gently pull one free and into the sun, offering it for his inspection. ]
See? It's exactly the color of sea-salt ice cream! And when it gets darker at the edges, that's the color of your eyes.
[ So basically, to Mary? A Roxas flower. ]