Redhawk Caldera rosebowl

Her question was innocent, there was a charm in the way she spoke. He nodded. ”The one and only,” but there was no boast or sarcasm to his voice, only a mild playfulness that hinted at a penchant for being self-deprecative. He noticed the way she looked curiously at the leaves, and opened his mouth to explain, but didn’t want to interrupt her invitation. 

Instead, he nodded. ”I’d enjoy that,” He said. ”I’d like to drop these off at my spot, first, if that’s alright?” He asked. With his mouth full, there wouldn’t be much room for conversation, and he didn’t want to just let the leaves blow away. Not that they were terribly rare of valuable- he just didn’t like to waste things. A bit sheepishly, he explained. ”They make the ground softer, if you’re boney like me.”