[ Refusing to back down or stop is a large part of it, but so is the need to keep the momentum going especially after today. Even more so in the face of freedom that he would say must be a lie on any other occasion, in any other company. It's not that he wants to believe, but that he doesn't want to disbelieve, and so he lets the colors mar further.

The playtime remark with the whole food improvisation gets a light laugh, as even sudden improvisations are an improvement over the mewling of unborn curses. It's probably why he's a second behind in setting his cup down for a refill because there's so much for him to look at even if the subject of his attention is singular. ]

The difficulty is important. But rarity also matters, exoticness too—I didn't know I liked green flowers until recently. [ Patiently he waits for the pour, with a knowing quirk of his lips. ]

Ahh, so you didn't. I meant what I said earlier. [ He shifts a bit, having leaned forward at some point, but it's a moot effort as he eases forward again almost immediately. ] But thankfully there's other uses for my hands.