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Gasp! Someone with an amazing sense of fashion was actually wanting to go shoe shopping with him?! He'd even called him lovely! He needed to wear this outfit more often. Thank the Gods for this ball! "My name's Verdant Lindtstrom. I'm a Goth musician, so if I didn't have good taste in clothes, especially shoes, I'd never make it in the biz. I gotta say, Dorian, those are some seriously beautiful shoes."

Verdant looked around the room and frowned. No paper! He shrugged, forced himself to bloom, and pulled off a petal after letting go of the doctor's hands. It kinda hurt like pulling out a hair, but he so needed this man's number. He wrote his digits on the petal and handed it to Dorian. "It's my house number. I don't have a computer or cell phone, so it's all I got." He then grinned widely. "Hey, so I make most of my clothes. I made this outfit this morning, actually. I could make you a few coats or jackets for free; I just love sewing!"

He then turned to find Ellandra walking back to her seat with an adorable little gold box. "Hey! This is Dorian, the only guy I've ever met to appreciate good taste and not have a notorious gay lisp!" He'd ask her about her ears once Dorian went to see Banning.

Dorian smiled warmly at the woman, Ellandra. What a cute name. He put a hand to his face with a giggle, then took one of hers, kissing it like the gentleman he could be for breif flashes in time. Looking up at her, he could see her glowing. Perhaps it was doctors intuition but was she pregnant? No no, it was too early to tell as the glow wavered and left, so best not to bring it up yet. Sweeping her up in his arms, he gave her a little hug with a small laugh, petting her hair.

"No need to look so anxious, pet. You look stunning, you seem sweet, and that timid yet adorable look truly suits you. NOW! You absolutely MUST come shopping with me and Ver sometime, for we will need at least two people to tell us if an outfit looks good or not. Oh, you'd look absolutely gorgeous in dark greens and other such colors. Who did your hair? I can never get mine to go up all pretty like that, it's always just falling all over the place and expects itself to look pretty just flipping about." he fawned, pulling Verdant over estatically. He really did enjoy babies. They made him think of sad things sometimes though, but he covered up that flicker of pain quickly enough.

Looking to Verdant, he beamed. "Oooooh, can I have one of your demo cd's Ver darling? I absolutely LOVE new music that not everyone's listening to! It helps me concentrate while working and cooking, and it's all around fun to dance with!" he continued on, in true small-child-on-crack Dorian fashion.

Ellandra said nothing, her eyes widening as she looked from one fashion-fanatic to another. "U-ummmm," she murmured, blushing and sounding rather flustered. "I - I suppose..... sometime....?"

Ellandra nodded, taking a seat again in one of the chairs, never once loosening her grip on that little box. Her spark would remain safely with her throughout the night, even if sh had to glue it to her hands. "All right. . . what are you wanting to know?" she asked Verdant quietly. She hoped he wouldn't bring up her ears again, because she didn't have much of an answer for him if he did.

Eli and Kell emerged from the office, letting Dr. Cromwell know it was his turn to face Banning. The auburn haired man quickly found a new spot to sit and another cookie to eat. He'd listen to the current conversation and see if it was something he could contribute to. If not the man would just focus on getting used to the odd persistent tugging feelings he got from his spark.