[ Cain looks smug as fuck, has the shiteating, self-satisfied air of a stray tomcat too good for handouts. And like any abrasive, over-proud young adult, he's unreasonably pleased to have schooled one of his elders on... pretty much anything.

Even flower crown construction.

It would probably have been insufferable, if not for the fact that it was hard to exude tough-guy machismo effectively while weaving flowers. ]

See, gramps, you got it. You wanna make it look even better, make sure there's no gaps, you get two flowers, pinch together, and weave their stems like one strand in a braid, yeah?

Who the hell are you making all these for, anyway?