Flower picking

You stroll through the fields of the western Lowlands. Within the relative anonymity of the unsettled western bank of the Zora River, everyone has decided to take just one day to relax and to have for themselves.
And for you, that means accompanying Link as he tried to quietly slink away from camp a way, awkwardly hiding your larger body behind bushes and tree trunks, wondering just how Impa can be so sneaky, until Link seems to have decided he’s far enough away from camp to let his guard down and bend over to inspect something at the base of a tree.
Which is precisely when you step out from your hiding place and move to stand very close behind him, the playful intent to surprise him welling up within you.
He straightens back up as you get in place behind him, just in time for his shoulders to bump into your chest.
He lets out a small noise of surprise and stumbles forwards, hand reaching for his sword hilt for a moment, until he sees it’s you, dropping his hand and turning a light pink.
“What are you doing all the way out here on your lonesome?” You ask him with a smile.
He hangs his head a little and tries to hide whatever he has in his right hand behind him.
“Liiiink?” You ask.
He shakes his head. “Embarrassing.” He whispers.
You grab hold of his chin and point it upwards, locking eyes with each other. “Nothing so embarrassing that I won’t spend time with you doing it.” You tell him.
He swallows, softly, his skin soft as rose petals, as from behind his back he pulls a delicate looking, fresh flower in a vibrant shade of blue its’ petals furling out in triangular folds.
“Flower picking?” You ask, a little laughter creeping into your voice, “What was so embarrassing about that?”
His eyes droop, “It’s… for ladies. I get teased in Hyrule.”
You scoff, “Then Hyrule is a silly place of buffoonish gender norms.” You tell him. “Who’s for them to say that enjoying the scent of a garden in bloom is not for voe?” You pat his cheek lightly, “Come, we’re going flower picking.”
You release his chin and he keeps staring up at you for a few moments, before he lifts the blue flower up to you, offering it. You pluck it from his hands and sniff. A delicate aroma, something akin to a rose, but not quite.
“Very nice.” You nod, passing it back down to him, “Do you know what it is?”
He shakes his head, withdrawing a small book from within the depths of his pack and flipping it open, sketches of various types of flowers, noted in a neat, tiny script on the pages as he rustles through them, coming to a blank page at last.
You take a seat on the ground and consider it, trying to pick out noteworthy details about it, while he seems to be laser focused on counting the leaves, the petals, mulling over the description of the petals’ colour…
It seems he takes his ‘shameful’ hobby quite seriously.
Once he’s satisfied with the notes he’s taken he half reaches out to grab the flower from your hand, before hesitating…
You cock your head slightly, before leaning forwards and stroking his hair lightly, enough to create a divet to poke the stem through behind his ear.
“Very cute.” You nod, the blue accenting the golden blonde of his hair.
The slight pink becomes a near red as he fusses with his belongings for a few moments, very preoccupied as he gets back up and marches off stiffly in search of a new flower to study.