[He'll certainly take encouragement wherever he can get it, concerning bad habits or otherwise. He pauses to allow his gaze to follow her path instead, his head tipping to one side as he considers the flowers she's chosen to suggest. They are lovely, and not entirely unlike some of the more elegant blooms he's seen in his travels. Galbana lilies tended to be blazingly bright in color, but their shape and simplicity are nearly the same as the white and pink lilies on display here.]

They're reasonably familiar, in fact.

[He closes the distance between them, hands still at his hips as he joins her and looks over the potted offerings as if to study.]

They are lovely. Do you suppose they're hardy enough to survive the hand of someone so inexperienced?

[His smile quirks to one side, teasing.]

I'm particularly fond of the white.