「花。」

「早。」

諾錫爾睜開眼睛往櫃子看卻沒看見倫，只看見窗台上倫正一個一個把起花叼在嘴中，只剩一些花還沒被叼起。

「欸？」

倫迅速的叼完花朵飛往床頭櫃。

「禮物。」

「你最近也說太多次話，又不是鸚鵡，哪裡學的？」諾錫爾無奈的收下花，不自覺的露出笑容。花種類繁雜，顏色眾多稱不上好看，能認出大多是常見的野花野草，但他很開心，輕撫倫的頭頂。

「謝謝你，倫。」

「唱歌、唱歌、唱歌。」

「好。」

Sing a song of sixpence♫
A pocket full of rye.
Four and twenty blackbirds,
Baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened The birds began to sing;
Wasn't that a dainty dish, To set before the king.
The king was in his counting house,
Counting out his money;
The queen was in the parlour,
Eating bread and honey♫
The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes,
When down came a blackbird
And pecked off her nose.

And pecked off her nose♪