The boy seemed a bit surprised as he was suddenly dragged somewhere, but soon noticed that they were in the living room with a broken vase. He looked curiously at the broken shards with the daises scattered all around. "Oh...well, I guess it can't really be fixed, then. It seems like a waste to just leave the flowers, though. Maybe I can move them to a different vase for now." 

The odd boy crouched to clear away some of the vase fragments before picking up the strewn daisies, unaware of something silvery fall to the rug as he stood to move them to another vase on the table in the center of the room.