"Peonies," he agrees, and can't help smiling. Some things never change, in the best possible way. "It's too bad you came late in the season - the bush I have stopped blooming in June."
He shouldn't admit it - he doubts she'd recognize the green leaves without the flowers to go along with - but he can't resist it. Even if Scully, I have every flower you just asked for might as well be a nail in the coffin of their platonic relationship. There's lavender in the garden that's still blooming, and she'll be able to recognize the roses.
(The roses are for him, too - beach roses, the kind he remembers from his childhood on the island. He's always liked them better than the cultivated kind, and they're a hell of a lot hardier, too.)
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He shouldn't admit it - he doubts she'd recognize the green leaves without the flowers to go along with - but he can't resist it. Even if Scully, I have every flower you just asked for might as well be a nail in the coffin of their platonic relationship. There's lavender in the garden that's still blooming, and she'll be able to recognize the roses.
(The roses are for him, too - beach roses, the kind he remembers from his childhood on the island. He's always liked them better than the cultivated kind, and they're a hell of a lot hardier, too.)