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In a clearing bathed in soft light, Sprout plays among flowers while Dandy watches from behind a bush, nervous but determined.

Dandy:
whispering to himself
"This time, yes... this time it will be perfect. No tripping, no shouting "I love you!" prematurely. Just... elegance."

She fixes her hair, straightens her bun, and moves forward with choreographed steps

Dandy:
loud and bright voice
"Ah, Sprout! Wild splendor of this magical land! Could your attention bless me for a moment?"

She takes out a small, carefully wrapped package; soft pastel-colored ribbons peek out from between folds of shiny paper

Dandy:
extending the gift as if it were an imperial jewel "I have seen a thousand fabrics, a thousand colors... and none as worthy as these to even touch your radiant presence."
dramatic pause
"These are ribbons... for you. Each one with the exact tone of your energy. The blue one like your calm, the pink one like your sweetness, the yellow one like that laughter that makes my cane tremble."

She lowers her head briefly, her cheeks slightly flushed

Dandy:
"You don't have to wear them, of course... but if you did... it would be like watching art walk."

He remains silent, looking at you with hope, though he feigns a proud and relaxed posture. He's pretending.

I'm talking to Sprout because I like her and I want to give her something; I'll kiss her later.