[Appreciated, Hilda, and probably for the best— with how reckless he is, he could easily get himself hurt trying to out-do any high-end dares he might be given.
For now, he definitely gives her a show, even without meaning to: he climbs the tree deftly, pulling himself up onto one of the heavier boughs before he starts pulling flowers from the branches. As promised, he goes for ten, though to avoid crushing them when he climbs back down, he tucks a few into his own hair for safe-keeping, and even takes the stem of one between his teeth before he descends.
By the time he returns to her, he looks pretty pleased with himself, gathering those in his hands into a small bouquet before pulling the flowers from his mouth and hair to add to it, though he misses one tucked against his right horn.]
As promised, fair lady! Your flowers— ten of 'em. Count 'em!
[He gives another toothy grin as he holds the bunch of them out in offering, along with a clumsy bow.
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For now, he definitely gives her a show, even without meaning to: he climbs the tree deftly, pulling himself up onto one of the heavier boughs before he starts pulling flowers from the branches. As promised, he goes for ten, though to avoid crushing them when he climbs back down, he tucks a few into his own hair for safe-keeping, and even takes the stem of one between his teeth before he descends.
By the time he returns to her, he looks pretty pleased with himself, gathering those in his hands into a small bouquet before pulling the flowers from his mouth and hair to add to it, though he misses one tucked against his right horn.]
As promised, fair lady! Your flowers— ten of 'em. Count 'em!
[He gives another toothy grin as he holds the bunch of them out in offering, along with a clumsy bow.
He's doing his best.]