Honeyed Pasture Primrose

There were no words from the girl, but she seemed tired so it was not Marcus's intention to press her. Her expressions were enough for even his smooth brain to wrap around. "I'm just gathering these for a - uh, a friend." Part of him felt as if he should have tried harder to hide the hesitation in his voice, but another part figured she wouldn't mind a bit of awkwardness. Hell, she may even be mute for all he knew. 

"It looks pretty, like it could add a pop of something to a ruddy den. Not that I'm an interior decorator or anything." A milky paw hovered over the bundle before testing its weight on it, feeling the crunch underneath. It was surprisingly satisfying. "Anyway, I don't mean to intrude. I can leave you to it?" His own ears cupped forward, eyes shifting to where he was headed in the first place. Which was no where in particular.