A rub of her chin and a hum – yes, she’s
seriously considering what sort of flower
would look good in his hair. “Maybe
somethin’ small an’ blue t’ match yer
eyes. Or somethin’ colorful, like confetti.”

Oops. Seemed like he’d gotten her caught on something. Not that he minded the idea of things like flowers in his hair, but the magician hadn’t quite thought she’d be serious in trying to figure out what’d suit him.
“Well, you can try and choose a colour. But nothing too small. It wouldn’t be too fun to try and pick things out if they get tangled.”