" E-ER... It may not-a be, uh... //MUCH//, but... I made this usin' the strawberries from-a my garden! I also got ya a jacket, but it might not be yer style... " He shrugs the shoulder where the jacket being hung from, but the pavlova cake he held in his hands was offered first towards the woman. " I hope it ain't-a weird or nothin'... But you're-a the closest thing I have to a mom, so...! "
You know, believe it or not, but it was the jacket that made her eyes shine the most. It was a like she didn’t often speak about, usually only doing so when she wanted a large switch of the appearance. Ripped jeans and a street-styled denim jacket with plenty of patches on them. Or doing her hair up in a short style, if touched at all, preferring to go all natural with the help of some black thigh highs, be them boots or stockings, and shooting for a proper grunge outfit. Truly, you would never expect it out of Rosalina of all people, but some clothing ideas were popping in her head at the mere sight of Wario’s gift.
Though the cake had been put forth first, therefore it would be received first, happily taking it with a polite dip of the legs. “Oh, you’re fine, Wario. This cake looks ready to dance atop each and every one of my tastebuds, I absolutely love it.”Steps moved in closer, bending down to give Wario his own kiss upon his nose, delicate palms giving a pat to his cheek.
“I apologize greatly, first and foremost, as I know how painful it can be to move without a mother, but it means the world to me that I can be a candidate for that of family. You’re a man with plenty of good qualities, Wario. Whether you think so or not, I’ve most certainly seen them. I would be honored to call you my own, truly, I would. …Now, may I have that jacket? I’m dying to try for some floating ideas bouncing about my mind!”
