The moment demands action. Sliding out of the pew with the quiet confidence of someone who absolutely has a plan, the observer steps into the aisle and crouches to Flavio's eye level — squarely in range of the boutonnière wand. "Oooh," they say, with theatrical wonder, pointing at their own lapel. Flavio's wand swings around instantly. The targeting logic of a two-year-old is exquisitely simple: whatever adult is making the interested face is the interesting thing. The hat is forgotten. Aurora, who has been monitoring the hat situation with scientific detachment while chewing birdseed, now swivels to assess this new development. She examines the observer carefully. Then she extends her fist — still full of birdseed — in what is unmistakably an offering of alliance. The ceremony continues beautifully at the altar. Whether the observer can hold Flavio's attention long enough for it to finish is another question entirely.