“Why do you have flowers?” I ask. “Aren’t I supposed to do that? Oh shit, should I have done that?” She laughs. “You’re more than enough. They just had this little stand of them in the duty free area, and I had to get them because the pink ones reminded me of...um...you know.” I squint. She raises her eyebrows up and down, and I burst out laughing. “Hope Hastings, did you seriously buy a bouquet of flowers solely because they remind you of my vagina?”
