Noah, Courfeyrac, a frisbee. Potential Bunansa siblings / Basch
"Well, it seems like it MIGHT be doing the other fellow a BIT of a disservice, if it turns to being SMUG about it." Courfeyrac shrugs a bit.
"And that sounds...fairly standard." He does catch there's a bit of censoring there, which, honestly, kind of amuses him. It's not as though he hasn't seen a few things along the way, himself. "I've always been one of the lucky ones, societally but there are reasons I dropped my participle."
Actually has he ever properly explained dropping the 'de' from his name to Noah? He's not sure, but the choice is one of those things he'd mulled over before doing it.
"I might not have been able to do MUCH at home, not yet, but I wasn't about to be associated with..." he wrinkles his nose. "You'd not believe the horror stories about how people are treated for entirely...That's a figure of speech, by the way. You of all people would know it, but...there are just a lot floating around the place."
As for things being aggressive, that probably depends on the people themselves, so for now, that one makes sense.
"Orange blossoms, for the most part, at least for a bride to wear, and to give to the holy virgin." Courfeyrac notes, "I'd guess now it's whatever you'd prefer, but I would say something like could work. And for a cake, you'd want it to be something edible that tastes pleasantly enough. Rose petals may do it too."