Lyra looks up, reaching a hand to shield her eyes from the sun. "Hello, Dexter. I have a human name now, Lyra, if you want to call me by it," she tells him. She likes her name.
I don't, actually. I'm here to discourage her human tendencies, not cultivate them. But that might start the evening off on a sour note...
"Lyra. Gosh, that's a pretty name, I think I will." With a debonair grin, I pull the flowers from behind my back and offer them to her. "These are for you, Lyra."
Lyra looks at the flowers with an uncertain smile and a fair amount of confusion. After a moment she takes them, trying to hold onto them all a little awkwardly. "Thank you," she says, knowing that it's what you say when someone gives you something or does something for you. "Why?"
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"Lyra. Gosh, that's a pretty name, I think I will." With a debonair grin, I pull the flowers from behind my back and offer them to her. "These are for you, Lyra."
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