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He quite liked the idea of her and flowers, something he strongly associated with her for a plethora of reasons. Which reminded him that he was going to ask her about them maybe setting up a stand at a local farmers market he had seem some flyers for around London the other day. Try their budding business outside of Hogwarts. They would just need to find old shoes, which he was sure they could scrape up somewhere.
"I am very manly and tough," he winked, poking a bit of fun at himself in the process. "Perfecting the art of dying on stage in the midst of an strategically choreographed dance knife fight can have that effect."
Tapping his palm a bit more against her shoulder as he watched the Juggler a bit more, Baylen soon found himself shaking his head at her question. As much as that sounded like him, it was not something he had consciously put on his bucket list. "Never given juggling a go...but no time like the present." Her nudge was endearing in an 'oh look at you enabling me again' kind of way. Only his eyes were soon distracted by a stilt walker. "Something else I've never given a go." Pulling his eyes away from the performers to look at her proper. "Maybe if I don't make it on Broadway or West End I can find my second calling in being a carnie."
"So talented," She mused, gaze shifting from Baylen to the crowd around them. No juggler or stilt walker could capture a crowd like he could when he was dancing, she was sure of it. Just as sure as she was that he was born to express himself through movement.
The brunette leaned into his touch, a smile playing on her lips at his words.
"Only if you send me postcards from all the places you perform at and agree to wear some ridiculous costume as a part of your act." Because that's what she thought of when she thought of carnivals. There were bright colors and excitement and entertainment.
"You could even get some neon in there without anyone complaining." He did like neon, didn't he?
He definitely did.