[Momo shifts back a bit when the tongue flicks at him, though it's more just a personal space thing than an outright recoil. But his gaze lingers on where it was for a moment afterwards, because he's met a few dragons in his time here and he's never had one greet him like that.

He has, however, heard plenty about one who does greet people like that.

Rather than step out with the assumption, though, he nods a little and laughs good-naturedly.] You do the tongue thing to everyone you meet or am I just lucky?

[That said, the size of his hands compared to the delicate flowers doesn't go missed. Momo crafts his own wreath with very close detail - the blue flowers he's constructing it with are woven so closely together it's impossible to see the green underneath.] But if you need a smaller set of hands for detail or anything, let me know.