[ Smart, she thinks. And here she thought he was only all talk.

Lumine makes a noncommittal noise at his remark about sharing information, deciding that she's gathered enough flowers and settling down on a certain area in the field. Her hands start to weave the flowers togethers, crisscrossing the stems, letting the blossoms effectively hide them, trying to recreate the one given to her by the Aranara a long time ago. ]

Mm, Mondstadt's streets are covered with flowers, while everyone offers their own representation of the Windblume flower to Barbatos or a person they love. Whether it's a single bloom or a flower crown you offer, it doesn't seem to matter to the god.

[ She doesn't think the festival has changed since she's last gone to one. She would've known if it has. ]

After all, it's a festival that supposedly celebrates both freedom and love.