“You know, the irony here is that I was fully expecting you to fire back with something sassy. Something like ‘you remind me of wisteria: pretty, dramatic, but leave it alone for five minutes and it’ll strangle the whole garden.’” Theo’s grin widened at the thought.
“Or if you were leaning into my heritage, ‘you remind me of a thistle. The pride of Scotland. Stubborn, spiky, and if you sit on one by accident, you’ll never forget it.’” He delivered it matter-of-factly, as though it were the obvious comparison, then paused, blinked, and a slow, wicked grin spread across his face as the innuendo caught up with him. “Oh… actually, yeah. That sounds pretty spot on.” He snorted in good humour, shoulders shaking as he laughed at his own unintentional joke. Then, with a theatrical sigh, he tipped his head back. “But now thanks to your sweetness I’ve got to completely rethink my own answer. Great.”
"And I thought about it– don't get that twisted," Pepper confirmed his suspicions with a soft laugh. "Those are all good ones. Should I be worried you have so many lined up off the top of your head like that?" she added, shaking her head at him at some of his choices in response. The last one initiated a shove from the blonde.
"Ridiculous," she all but scolded. "You haven't got to rethink anything, silly," she insisted with a click of her tongue when he seemed to feel bad he hadn't thought of something sweeter initially. "I'd actually love to hear what you wanted to stab at me with. Hit me– I'm sure I can take it. I'm also sure that I've heard worse."












