“Nice to see you too, Clyde,” I singsong brightly as I sashay into the room. “I brought you flowers.” His gaze flicks to the vase of cheerful, yellow daffodils, soft pink ranunculus, and deep purple hyacinths in my hand. “For what? I didn’t do anything.” “You didn’t die. Congratulations. A huge accomplishment,” I fire back with my sweetest smile, already feeling better for being able to make him smirk. “Guess so, huh? Just need a few more days, and I’ll be back to yoga.”
