Honestly, Rhys is a little wary of that basket Mary is carrying. Flowers seem to be sprouting very quickly in all kinds of weird places. For example, he's pretty sure that's a few on the roof of the house behind Mary. So as she steps closer, his gaze flicks more and more often to the flowers, and starts a little when she reaches out to touch him.

"Uhm."

Well ... So far, nothing seems to be happening.

"You don't have things to do? Like, what's the flowers for anyway?"