"What's with you an' the flowers?"

Liya suddenly acquired an almost guilty expression, like she'd been caught out. She did have a small bouquet of flowers tucked into the bag she was carrying, sticking out so that they weren't crushed.

"Oh, wull," she mumbled, and put her elbow over the bouquet, obscuring it some. "Yoshi's comin' by, an' I thought she might like 'em."

Hawk didn't say anything, but when Liya glanced up at him, he was wearing an absolutely smug grin.

"What!" she demanded.

"You sure you two ain't an item?" Hawk said, following her as she stomped upstairs.

"We ain't! We're just friends!"

"You keep gettin' her flowers and stuff."

"I can get my friend some flowers!"

"Okay, okay," Hawk relented, as they turned into a narrow hallway, lit from above. They separated then, each opening a door across from the other.

Liya's door opened onto a room that was mostly bare, but for an unmade bed and a few belongings hanging on the wall or resting on a long built-in table to one side. The only illumination came in from the singular window, which framed the door--and Liya--across from it in a bright square of orange sunlight.

She stood there frowning for a moment, until Hawk called after her, "Hey, come and get your groceries."