"I must admit, they really do seem like the perfect fit," Lucius remarked, his tone cool and deliberate as his gaze remained fixed on the pair seated across the garden, their lighthearted conversation punctuated by soft laughter.
"Is there any way we can figure out what they're actually talking about? I'm supposed to judge how well they fit together, but just watching them isn't enough," Florian said, crossing his arms tightly against his chest in frustration. "It's been about thirty minutes of us standing here doing nothing."
"I-I can tell you what they're saying, Your Highness," Cashew offered, his voice timid but earnest. Florian turned to him, raising an eyebrow.
"How?"
