[Overly trusting? Maybe. Friendly to all? Absolutely. Briar waves the clump of weeds as he tells Henry of his plans.]
"Flowers! Lots and lots of them! Maybe roses like the ones at the park. Oh, or California poppies! I also think cosmo flowers would be great too. I read all about them in the gardening magazine the neighbor gave me."
[Or lack thereof rather. The boy looks expectantly at Amelia who's been stewing the entire time.]
"Do you wanna weed the garden with me, Amelia? You were looking at the flowers from the grocery store the other day so..."
[He looks shy, but hopeful while the witch just looks uncomfortable at the request.]
"... I thought you'd want your own to look at!"
... I have homework.
[Amelia marches back into the house and shuts the door loudly behind her. Briar... Looks dejected. Poor boy. He looks at Henry again.]
"Maybe I shouldn't have asked her right when she got home from school."
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[Overly trusting? Maybe. Friendly to all? Absolutely. Briar waves the clump of weeds as he tells Henry of his plans.]
[Or lack thereof rather. The boy looks expectantly at Amelia who's been stewing the entire time.]
[He looks shy, but hopeful while the witch just looks uncomfortable at the request.]
... I have homework.
[Amelia marches back into the house and shuts the door loudly behind her. Briar... Looks dejected. Poor boy. He looks at Henry again.]