Proceeds to press a sticker of a tree to Sage's forehead.

There's but a simple grunt from the swashbuckler, eyes of softened emerald flicked upwards in wonder toward the sword-bearer; ever quiet in that stare, Scarlet's eyes hold that of question. Tongue clicks once, crimson brows furrow, and a slender finger is held forward to prop up against Sage's chest. "Hey, Sage." Finally, he speaks, and with an uplift of his index, a ginger flick is given beneath Sage's chin. "You have food in your teeth."

“I’ve heard there’s a little tea shop in Vale that just so happens to have the same blend we had as kids...” She glances up at Sage. “Would you like to go get some with me whenever you’re free?” Cinder is much smaller than him now by far compared to the last time she had seen him, but seeing him again brought back old memories that were warm and reminded her of who she should be, someone even Cinder had forgotten. It was nice to know she still existed. “My treat?”

"Oi Sage, d'you want to see this cool beetle I found?" Scarlet held out his hands that held the iridescent beetle momentarily captive. He planned on releasing again soon but he wasn't done admiring it just yet.