[ Gray smiles into her notebook, the ends of her pen still bobbing away. ]

I see... They could be sister flowers.

[ It's a nice thought, especially considering Amos's manly air, and it manages to warm her despite the cold press of spirits in the air. It's cute to think about, though she isn't sure most men would appreciate being called cute. ]

Do you live with anyone, Mr. Amos? It can be more fun to cook if you have someone else to cook for.