This was nice. Just the two of them, sure, it had seemed a little scary... But even without Gobo talking, it felt like old times: Two dear friends just goofing off.

She finished her - mildly lopsided - radish flower, and smiled. Not just her usual lazy one, but one with a hint of pride. Oh, sure, the flower wasn't a big deal. But the fact that she was here - that they were both here, having made it this far... That was huge.