[ Doyle had been reading when he had seen the accidental video go across, seeing Willow in such a state made him frown a bit. He never did get to take her out and force her to trick or treat around the barge thanks to a certain flood that hit. Seeing her that sad he couldn't stand for it. The book was tossed down as he grabbed up his jacket and made his way out of the room.
About 15 minutes after the communicator was tossed. A knock came upon her door, standing outside of it having just hurried from his room to the greenhouse and back down to her room he was standing at the door with a pretty set of flowers for a sad girl. He was sure someone would yell at him for stealing the flowers later but for now he figured it was a good way to cheer her up if nothing else.]
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Date: 2012-11-30 07:01 pm (UTC)From:About 15 minutes after the communicator was tossed. A knock came upon her door, standing outside of it having just hurried from his room to the greenhouse and back down to her room he was standing at the door with a pretty set of flowers for a sad girl. He was sure someone would yell at him for stealing the flowers later but for now he figured it was a good way to cheer her up if nothing else.]