Can you do a fic Where Lou and Debbie noticed that Rose gets extra flustered around Daphne, and they realise that Rose has a crush on her, so they try and teach her to flirt. 

“Well, gang,” Daphne sighed, standing up with a flourish. “I’d better be going.” She slipped her sunglasses onto her nose and picked up her handbag, sliding it over her shoulder.
Rose looked up from the two similar swatches of fabric she’d been frowning between from the last few minutes looking disappointed.
“Don’t worry, Rosie,” Daphne winked down at the older woman. “I’ll be back for dinner tonight.”
Rose blushed pink and tried to look away, acting like she wasn’t affected or had no reason to be called out by the celebrity, but she was smiling as she nodded to herself, the swatches abandoned.
Debbie and Lou shared a look and one of Lou’s infamous silent chuckles as they broke eye contact, looking away as the team said their goodbyes to Daphne, going back to their individual projects and activities.
“Rose,” Debbie whispered, nodding her head towards the couch she was sharing with the blonde. “Let me borrow you for a second.”
The woman looked a bit confused, but just as frazzled as always as she hummed her agreement and stood, awkwardly squeezing her way between Lou and Debbie giving them each a smile.
“I see you’re a bit smitten with Ms. Kluger,” Debbie smiled softly, patting her knee.
Rose laughed nervously, shaking her head. “Oh, er, she’s definitely beautiful, but I’m not—I could never—“
“She’s interested,” Lou smirked, stopping the woman mid-ramble.
“Definitely,” Debbie agreed.
“You think so?” Rose whispered, her face slowly brightening as a smile played at her lips.
“She practically just asked you out to dinner in front of the whole room,” the brunette chuckled softly.
“You should just go for it, Rose,” Lou agreed, smiling over Rose’s head at Debbie for a moment before returning her eyes to the designer. “Better to say how you feel rather than leave any time wasted spending it wishing you would’ve just said or done something.”
“She’s right,” Debbie whispered, one of her hands reaching around the woman between them to find Lou’s hand, slowly intertwining their fingers as they thought back to the time they had wasted that could have been spent together had one of them just spoken up and broken through their stubbornness for once instead of waiting decades to do it.
“I wouldn’t know the first thing to even do,” Rose laughed quietly. “I mean—you’ve seen her right? She’s just so—so Daphne. There’s no one like her. So certainly, I could never be good enough.”
“Nonsense,” Lou frowned, playfully pushing Rose’s shoulder. “Here, look at Debbie and find one thing to compliment her on.”
Rose turned, looking like she was going to vomit.
“I won’t bite,” Debbie promised as Lou choked back a laugh.
“I don’t suppose I could—what with Lou here and—“
“I’m telling you to do it, Rose,” Lou chuckled softly. “It’s alright. I promise. Don’t even think of it as flirting. Just tell Debbie one thing. Just something you like about her.”
“You, er, Debbie—Deborah,” Rose stuttered. “I do like, if it’s alright, you have lovely—lovely hair.”
“There you go,” Debbie smiled. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“Daphne does have lovely hair as well,” Rose smiled, her cheeks going rosy again. “The way it just dances against her shoulders. And her lips are always the loveliest shades.”
Lou and Debbie shared another look. Rose was head over heels.
“You should tell Daphne that, Rose,” Debbie decided. “It’s as simple as that.”
“Especially for Daphne,” Lou grinned. “That woman eats compliments like calories.”
“Tell you what, Rosie. What if we do the heavy lifting for you?” Debbie asked. “Let me see your phone.”
“We’ll clear the girls out of here for the night and go out,” Lou continued. “You can have the loft to yourselves for dinner.”
“Dinner?” Rose laughed. “Dinner the two of us?”
“You and Daphne, yes,” Debbie smirked looking down at Rose’s phone. “And it’s done.”
Rose looked down at her phone in bewilderment. “It’s done?”
“Yep.”
“You asked Daphne out for me?” Rose asked, flabbergasted.
“Yes,” Lou nodded. “And now we’re going to walk you through dinner.”
“I’m going to vomit.”
“Not necessarily,” Debbie winked, wanting to remind Rose of a time Lou and Debbie had coached her successfully once before.
