[ He nods, but it's difficult to figure out how Cole seems to feel about it, since his expression doesn't change at all. He's still stuck in a slight frown, but really, he's pleased that he got it right. He passes the flowers onto her, then takes a step back to cross his arms. It feels a little stand-offish, but really, he's just shy and uncertain how to interact with people. These aren't the people of the Inquisition, so it's quite unnerving for him still. ]
...They'll be good. The purple catches the eye, makes a small place more full of life, reminding of warmer weather.
[ That's his vague impression of what she was looking for, at least, so he speaks to that with a confidence that contrasts against his shy mannerisms. ]
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...They'll be good. The purple catches the eye, makes a small place more full of life, reminding of warmer weather.
[ That's his vague impression of what she was looking for, at least, so he speaks to that with a confidence that contrasts against his shy mannerisms. ]