Then I am glad to meet a kindred spirit! They seem harder to come by these days.

[ She winds the last flower into the crown and lifts it to inspect it for imperfections. The colors are vivid and the branches certainly agreeable enough. She thinks she's judged the fit well enough, too. Hmm. ]

I'll keep that council for a different time, not that I imagine fathers kingly or otherwise to be so easily moved.

[ And she'll offer the crown to him for inspection with a smile. One to tarry in more solemn matters? Hardly, least of all when nothing can be done to address them immediately. ]

What do you think?