"Asato." It's gently chiding, a little hint of don't-be-so-silly. "I love it. Wait, let me - " she reaches for a flower herself, plucks one with a long stalk and tuck it into his hair, just above his ear. With his dark hair and velvety black ears the effect is striking, and she adopts a smile to suit.

"There! Now we match."

Don't they just? Sweet faces and well-meaning souls, and the stink of corruption on both of them. Even without Heather's current pilot.