[Poor Leonard. If he hates camping that much, to be out there roughing it for two weeks must have been a special kind of blighted torment. Bryn happens to be used to that sort of thing. While most of her work keeps her in cities, traveling between them is still, well, a rustic adventure at times. Some roads between cities still aren't paved, and if she's traveling by bike then at times she's camping in the woods to avoid notice from any who might pass during the night.

Of course, none of that matters at the moment. Not when she's hosting a party and one of her guests has seen fit to bring her a gift. She looks all too pleased to accept the box, and unwraps it carefully to reveal the beautiful blue flower in its clear case. Eyes widening, she brings it near to look it over carefully.]

Oh, no, it's very much my thing. It's beautiful. [She recognizes it, of course. She's been out in the jungle enough to have seen them growing out there, but none of them had survived long enough for her to bring back home. This one looks as if it would last forever, dried carefully and preserved.] Thank you so much.

[Really, she's quite touched. He thought of her while he was out in the jungle and took the time to take care of the flower and prepare it and put it in a little case, even in the midst of being so miserable and no doubt exhausted by the time he got home. Keeping it secure in her left hand, she slips her right into the crook of his elbow and tries to guide him away from the windows.] Come on, why don't you let me play hostess a moment and fix you a drink. Do you have any preferences?