Valley of Gold doing good

He loved all three girls, but lately, there was one who gave him less headache than the other two. She was not as commanding as Dahlia or as silly as Foxglove, but her thoughtful nature appealed to Dusty Rose on days where he felt particularly stressed. So he sought her out, not sure yet what sort of activity he might cajole her into.

He was saddened to find her alone.

"Hey, tiny," he said, his voice softer than what he used for the other two. "Whatcha thinking about?"