“Oh dear. Did he buy you those flowers? Those are dreadful.” I gasped. “Leave them alone. They’re the only flowers I’ve ever been given.” “They’re the blokiest flowers I’ve ever seen.” “He got them from the supermarket.” “I can tell.” “When he went there at sunrise to buy stuff so he could make me breakfast.” She pouted. “Well, that is sweet. But the balloon . . .” “Is the best part, so shut up.”
