thinking about lucien vanserra, sunshine incarnate, out and about in velaris. coming across a young fae selling flowers to get enough coin for a treat from a nearby vendor. crouching down low to peruse the blooms and, on a sigh: i just don’t know how i’m meant to choose. would it be terribly selfish for me to take them all? trying not to laugh when the youngling cannot hide her glee, though she tries with a very serious, not terribly, no. way overpaying for these flowers that he does not need. tipping his head towards the vendor she is now furtively glancing towards. off you go then, little lady. before he packs up for the day. smiling to himself with a basket of flowers at the crook of his elbow as he goes back to his business, bright, happy, feeling like himself for the first time in a long while.