the bouquet's big - bigger than myria can see out from, or over - or around, if she could crane her neck long enough; flowers a little bit of everything, chrysanthemums and lilies and hydrangeas, all white and fresh. she can barely get it out the door of poppies', maneuvering her body around the bundle - or were there bundles? - instead of moving them around her; a human shield, or a very terrible defense player. only gets a few steps away from the shop before knocking into someone completely, petals and buds and stems flying everywhere and anywhere, scattering across the sidewalk as myria can only stand in shock, hands thrown up like a freight train's coming for her, "oh - shit! i mean - fuck - oh god, i like - never swear, i'm so sorry -" as if that's the priority here, " - are you alright? i knew i should've used my glasses from amazon - they have like, built in side mirrors like on cars - but that's like, so not the point - are you okay? did i like - maim you with flowers - oh my god, wait - is that totally insensitive? i am so sorry."