@devolusion sent: "— Xiangling-jiejie taught me to make these." And so the little Jiangshi holds her gift up to Baizhu; a simple flower crown. Not well made, but strung with love, that's clear. "For — you."
The flower crown looks like it might fall apart at any moment. Baizhu reaches to pluck it from Qiqi’s hands, touch delicate. (And if Baizhu’s Vision glows by his hip as he strengthens the tied together stems some, well, that’s his business.) He arranges it so it sits comfortably on his head, sparing Gui—who is mixing herbs at his bench and regarding the two with some amusement—a wink. Baizhu turns back to the girl, tilting his head this way and that for her appraisal.
“Thank you Qiqi. What a wonderful gift. I lo—like it very much. You certainly have an eye for picking flowers.”
“Xiangling has been a very good friend to you, hasn’t she? I hope you remembered to thank her.”