Much to Adolin’s surprise, no title precedes his name when he is called. His eyebrows lift slightly, only for his expression to soften even further as the prince feels something stir within him - a strange, entirely unexpected sense of anticipation.
“Mm?” - he questioned, without a word. And when Sebastian simply straightens up, the prince lets out a slightly awkward little chuckle.
“Of course. Although… it’s a little difficult to know what to offer you. An ordinary date would probably end with some sort of picnic here, but food wouldn’t exactly appeal to you” - he says.
Whatever he had expected from this date, it certainly wasn’t this. Maybe it really was the magic of this place, or something like that, but he was genuinely having a good time with Sebastian.
“I guess I’ll have to be creative.”
"I am not too difficult to think about. Believe it or not, I am relatively simple." A stroll through Cotes Ward and through its Beotkott was more than enough.
With the flower crown resting on his head, Sebastian continues down. There are stalls lined up here and there, though no one is around to tend to them. Seeing as how late it is, the festivity for the Beotkkot will continue in the morning, it seems.
"Do you have these flowers in your realm?"
