Dimitri's heart pounds violently somewhere within his throat, and nearly threatens to leap from his mouth wholly whenever Dedue so delicately turns the pot. He knows that he is not the most skilled of woodworkers just yet, not with the sorts of things he has seen in crafts fairs and online and the occasional show he watches at two in the morning when sometimes he just has to randomly wake up. But he has put a great deal of effort into it, staying up even into the morning for those final touches to dry...

He so desperately wants Dedue to like it.

So when that hand lights upon his shoulder, those lips to his brow, Dimitri lets out a breath and laughs. "Oh, I could not ask for more, then, Dedue. I am so glad you like it. It is even suitable for plants - I made sure to make sure to take care of the wood appropriately!" Tilting his head back, Dimitri smiles at him. "I love you... so I wanted to give you my all."