[Felicia does hear...well, someone coming over at least, and it prompts her to rub at her eyes a bit to be presentable when she looks up--

And. Well. Felicia blinks once, twice, thrice at the flower crown before the words hit and her eyes light up a bit. A small, delighted smile comes onto her face as she takes the crown and places it on her head.]

Ehehe...thank you; that's really kind of you.

[At the question, though--]

It really is! I'd heard of things like these in...stories books, about people who lived in forests that weaved the most beautiful things--seeing it in person was really nice, and learning how to make them was even nicer.

Have you known how to make these for a while?