[One of these days probably remarkably soon, the way the other thread is going.

Well he nudges right back against her foot with his hip then, in as much as that's possible.] I am, yeah. You'd never have gotten me into those hot pants otherwise. Barely did anyway. [The flowers comment wasn't meant to elicit purchasing since he really wouldn't know what to do with them aside from maybe try and work out how to put them in stasis so they don't turn into a 'Here, I love you, watch these die' sort of gift. He's still mostly looking up at the ceiling during their conversation, because otherwise she's too close for him to actually see properly without glasses.] If there's one thing I've learned within the last few years, it's that roses are anything but ordinary.