Ralsei is already waiting at the path when you arrive - and so is Flowery, coiled cheerfully around a branch like he owns the place. Ralsei gives you a sheepish smile and tugs his scarf. He may have sort of invited Flowery before asking you. Just a little. Flowery, for his part, looks absolutely delighted with himself. He claimed he was lonely. You're not sure you believe that for even one second. Now the three of you are walking, and Flowery has already started. Every other sentence is a new nickname for Ralsei, each one landing just precise enough to make the little prince's ears go flat. Ralsei keeps glancing at you. Hopeful. Pleading. Waiting to see if you'll say something. Flowery is waiting for that too - though he'd never admit it.