(She's known Cisco to be a bit of an over-thinker (that and suspicious, lest she forget) so this train of thought isn't what concerns it. It's the way his demeanor shifts, the way his voice drops, the skeptical look he gives his flower.)
I think it's just a flower festival, Cisco, (she says carefully, watching him. He's looking at her expectantly; if she could take that suspicion and smooth it over some how, assuage his fears, that would make her feel a lot better too. The magic of the flower is subtle enough that she doesn't question this need to protect him. He's a friend; Lucretia protects her friends.)
Don't worry about it, okay? They wouldn't have put it on in the market place if it were dangerous. There are children here.
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(She's known Cisco to be a bit of an over-thinker (that and suspicious, lest she forget) so this train of thought isn't what concerns it. It's the way his demeanor shifts, the way his voice drops, the skeptical look he gives his flower.)
I think it's just a flower festival, Cisco, (she says carefully, watching him. He's looking at her expectantly; if she could take that suspicion and smooth it over some how, assuage his fears, that would make her feel a lot better too. The magic of the flower is subtle enough that she doesn't question this need to protect him. He's a friend; Lucretia protects her friends.)
Don't worry about it, okay? They wouldn't have put it on in the market place if it were dangerous. There are children here.