Sun Mote Copse [NaWOWriMo] so come sit down, will you talk with me now

So, that was the problem! A lightbulb above Elfie's head lit up brightly. Even at this early age he was learning that women were mystery and difficult to understand. "You are not a..." he bit his lip, refraining from calling Weejay THAT name for the third time today. "You are as beautiful as that plant over there," he beckoned to the only surviving yellow dandelion in the area. Even that looked like it had suffered, but it was the only blooming thing in the vicinity. And girls liked flowers, yes? He raked his female brain and found no better example. 

"And you can wear this crown and be the best princess in the world!" he told her, pushing the tiara towards his sister, though not without a pang of regret. He had begun to like that shiny accessory and thought, how nice it would be to chew on it.