Reverie

                 but I know where several are                                    if my dreams get real bizarre                                                      'cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar

“You dig it–?” She tries not to laugh, because it’s not that funny. Or it shouldn’t be. But her laugh fills the garden anyway as she looks at the accidental creation and then– the inspiration for it. She conjours a flower for him— real this time (or as real as anything ever way). The lily, is white, blue– pink in the right light. Something she’s been working on. “It’s a mood ring of a sort. And now you may have one.” She hands it to him, a large smile on her lips. “Did I disrupt anything with my summoning– I didn’t think–oh dear.” Her lips for a soft pout. “I’m sorry if I did– rather selfish of me to call you that way–”

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    Laughter was welcome music to his ears.  Even if his silly puns weren't that 'funny', at least he had succeeded in bringing a smile to her face and honestly, that was all that mattered to him.  Bringing joy to a heart, reminding a soul of Delight's beauty.  "Life's a garden," he said with a brightened smile, confirming in his own way that he did, in fact, 'dig it'.  In truth, it was a rather flattering work of art.  "And they say that life imitates art."  Perhaps to most, his trail of thoughts was difficult to follow given how fleeting they were, how they often took off in flights of fancy--but this one, at least to him, made sense.  So to him, yes, he 'dug' her garden portrait.     "Ohhhhhh that is lovely," he softly cooed in a melodious tone upon seeing the lily, though pointed to himself with a questioning quirk of his brow in a silent ask if it was truly for him.  "...like a mood ring?  How so?"  And what did the colors mean, he wondered.  Upon accepting the flower, he carefully plucked it between thumb and forefinger, immediately and effortlessly tucking it behind his right ear as the petals shifted in color...and continued to shift in color, smooth and graceful and shimmering like fabric woven from the dust of nebulas.  "Oh, nothing of consequence."  He gave a nonchalant wave at the idea she had caused any disruption.  "And now I am here, so how can I help?"

“Clearance Candy Day..” She repeated his words, tilting her head curiously. She did love when things went on clearance, especially bags of Halloween candy. A small huff left her lips the longer she thought about it. How was she meant to hide away for two months when he told her things like this? “I have an idea, you can go out… stock up on a bunch of clearance Halloween candy, and then you can deliver it to my door? Doesn’t that sound like a great plan?”

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      “Clearance Candy Day,” he echoed her echo, widening his eyes playfully for emphasis to reaffirm this absolutely brilliant day of celebration.  Even better, though, was when she appeared to fall into this genius notion, causing the starlit eyes to swirl with a new light--both figuratively and literally.  “Great plan?  No.  The BEST plan,” he chimed with a warm smile.  “I like that idea.  Sugary happiness delivered right to your doorstep.  No muss, no fuss.”  He gave his fingers a magical wiggle, doing a bit of a half-dancing flourish.  “See you tomorrow, then~”  Just like that, he spun on his toes, gliding away on his skateboard.  Never mind the fact that he hadn’t asked for her address or a delivery time.  Tricky tricky?