[ Red hadn't much of an opinion of art, but for this he nods in total agreement to Cilan's initial judgments, glowing a little softly himself as he looks back to the picture. But it's that same lingering gaze that dies it back down, makes his lips twitch briefly.

But he still feels happy with the decision regardless. He gives a few more quick words to the one behind the counter ('I'll take it like that, thanks') and they begin to wrap it up in brown paper and string, as Red turns his head to Cilan, though eyes flickering between the wooden surface and the other boy. ]

I don't know about that... but I think about the people I can't see too, and sure, we have a memories, and the petals can help remember better than you can, but...

[ He trails, knowing what he was going to say. But... ]