[Anything that makes her happy? The sheer absurdity has Triela turning her head a little at that, and she's about to pull a face, when...

...

?!?]

Sir?! [Now she blushes hot and awkward, not knowing what to make of the situation at all — is this normal? Do grown-ups do stuff like this to kids all the time? They're so weird! This is so weird! And Triela's not sure that pink suits her... She's used to darker colors, or whites and creams, nothing vibrant. No, there's not much that's vibrant about her, she'd say... Flowers, too, are a novelty. Fai's able to successfully set the headband on her head, but steam is practically coming out of her ears for how hard she's blushing. She'd be angry if the great audacity of the situation hadn't shocked her so wholly.]

Uh... Mister? What are you... Don't play around!

[Triela fumbles, scrambling to get the headband back off of her head, though she holds it in her hands and looks down at it, biting her lip.]

This isn't really my sort of thing...

[This might be the weirdest adult she's met yet.]

Hey... Why don't you get something for yourself if you want to take something so badly?