[ Just like that. Gray had a feeling he didn't need an apology, but she has to admire how uncomplicated he is. Not to say he's unintelligent — he is an astronaut, more or less — but unlike Gray, he spends no time dwelling on unimportant things. All the better; she wasn't planning to take his offensive personally, so they're of the same mind.

She huffs out a breath, a quiet laugh. Amos's hands are still stuck with webbing, which also happens to be awkwardly stuck to her halberd, but here he is making pleasant chatter about the gardens. ]

Actually, I was given a small plot here. I planted some flowers, but they aren't much to look at yet.

[ She takes told of her halberd again and braces its shaft in her arms, an invitation for him to try to pull his hands free. ]

I didn't know fairies lived here, though. Speaking of which... um, I like your wings.

[ They're cute on him. ]