On the table of the apartment they've been sharing (for purely professional reasons, of course,) a little bouquet of rose acacia tied to a moss rosebud, pink just peeking out of its furry green sepals. Beneath it is a note folded up around an advertisement for a restaurant. "Do you have time for a detour? It might be fun to try," the note reads. "- Valroit."
Before Pep even reads the note, she can feel her cheeks warming in a sudden blush. But it was from Valroit, after all. Did he even know what those flowers meant? Had someone helped him? Had he been doing extracurricular reading?
Well, there was only one way to find out. A return note is left “Leaving tomorrow on Bellworks business, but I can make it tonight. Meet you here! - Pep”
A sprig of marjoram, clipped from one of the potted herbs in the kitchen, accompanies the note.