[Her earnest request only makes him smirk, eyebrows raised slightly at her as he opens the box to pull out the items inside. Hopefully Rey isn't bothered by the reddish shining sparks that manifest in the air around him as he starts to investigate.
The key is placed on the table without much preamble, and the stone follows after a brief glance and a tilt to appreciate the metallic inclusions. The paper packs of seeds get an exasperated head shake before they're set aside, but the knife gets a bit of extra examination and an appreciative hum before he folds it back and sets it aside the other items.
And then there's the sketch. He tilts his head at first, brow furrowed in a bemused way, but it quickly makes way for something that would be better described as a grin, teeth and all.]
Dynamic.
[She's giving him a drawing of herself, holding a lightsaber and using the Force. That's so... just... adorable. He turns his gaze to her, gesturing with the paper.]
Shall I put it on the conservator?
[He's not laughing. He's making fun. Entirely different. And if that's not enough to keep her from embarrassment, perhaps the clover and pink flowers under the table will distract her.]
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The key is placed on the table without much preamble, and the stone follows after a brief glance and a tilt to appreciate the metallic inclusions. The paper packs of seeds get an exasperated head shake before they're set aside, but the knife gets a bit of extra examination and an appreciative hum before he folds it back and sets it aside the other items.
And then there's the sketch. He tilts his head at first, brow furrowed in a bemused way, but it quickly makes way for something that would be better described as a grin, teeth and all.]
Dynamic.
[She's giving him a drawing of herself, holding a lightsaber and using the Force. That's so... just... adorable. He turns his gaze to her, gesturing with the paper.]
Shall I put it on the conservator?
[He's not laughing. He's making fun. Entirely different. And if that's not enough to keep her from embarrassment, perhaps the clover and pink flowers under the table will distract her.]