Bruce didn't look much more proper himself, with the legs of his pants folded up to his knees, his shoes left behind on dry ground. But at least it was better than having to make the walk back with his pants unpleasantly drenched and sticking to his skin. He made his way carefully through the shallow waters as to not wet his clothes, his eyes attentive to any flare of color among the flowers growing there.

He looked up when his companion spoke, stepping closer to take the flower, turning it this way and that in his hand, but still keeping it at a good, safe distance from his face. He would rather not have the pollen have weird effects on him. "I don't think so, with these colors-- she said blue, right?"