It didn't seem fair, with all of the pollen in Gen's system, that the faeries should give Gokudera so many flower crowns while he was bereft. Well, not entirely bereft - Gen had fashioned one out of small violets, mainly because the irony of the meaning amused him. But those looked better! Fancier!

He knew the right kind of psychological tricks - if he expressed clear interest, surely the stranger would covet his own flower crowns all the more. And yet, before Gen could say a word - the kid was offering him one.

Gen blinked in amazement, and then smiled. "Ah, you've guessed what I'm looking at exactly, my dear friend. Your flowers are stunning. You would consent to share some of your riches with me?"