(Lucretia had similarly been drawn towards the prettiness of the flowers, and the promise of magic intertwined with them; she's studying a blue blossom, twirling the tiny stem between her fingers. She glances at Cisco and gestures as if to hand it to him.)
flower exchange
(Lucretia had similarly been drawn towards the prettiness of the flowers, and the promise of magic intertwined with them; she's studying a blue blossom, twirling the tiny stem between her fingers. She glances at Cisco and gestures as if to hand it to him.)
Just... like this? (Seems innocent enough.)