"woah there, that's a lot of questions." The voice comes from next to her on the fountain, a wide-smiled skeleton with his eyes closed that had laid himself along the edge in a moment of her distraction, legs crossed in a way that lets his pink slippers flap a little bit as he wiggles the top leg.

"i know some have meaning, but to be honest i don't know much about it. not many flowers in the underground, and those we do have we don't have a whole lot of books on." He chuckles to himself as he adds "You could say we lilac the ability to find out."

Eyyy, that was a good one. He's a little proud of that one. He opens his eyes, pin-pricks if white light fixing on her now out of the corner of his eye sockets which are dancing with both curiosity and mischief. "drinking at this time of day? how merlot can you get?" You may be picking up quickly on the idea that taking things seriously is not his M.O. "but if you want to seek wine, tavern's probably the best place."

The last question has him closing his eyes again, as he contemplates. "surely the point of experiencing new things is so that you don't experience them again?" And again and again and again... he's had enough of experiencing things over. Which is why he is already liking it here. "have you got something you enjoy enough that you'd rather do that than something new?"