"Yes, but not in my hair," Mokey pointed out matter-of-factly, but not without a wry little grin. She took the flower she was offered with a softer smile, and took a deep smell of it.

"I'm sure we can," she said, twirling the flower in her hand. "Or, I think we passed a river earlier. I heard the water running. But there's no rush, I'm sure it looks lovely - thank you, Gobo."