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The girl smiles. She clearly has something hidden behind her back. "Um, Raeger?" She pulls out a single pink rose and holds it out to him "This is for you."
“Hm, what are you hiding there?”
Raeger chuckles when the girl reveals a pink rose. Although it's the Flower Fair, he’s still surprised and pleased. “Thank you, it looks lovely. I’ll definitely put this in a vase ♪”
The rancher held out two flowers tied together somewhat clumsily with silver ribbon: a pink rose and an iris. The girl shuffled slightly, a sheepish smile tugging at her lips. “Uh…here. You…your cooking is really impressive…It makes me wanna learn more, I guess, so…and you’ve been really nice to me, so…yeah…”
“Thank you so much, Angela,” Raeger beamed and took the two flowers, careful to not undo the ribbon that was wrapped delicately around them. His cheeks turned red at Angela’s flattery, his hand instinctively dragging across his hair. “Is my cooking really that inspirational..? Oh… wow, thank you a lot for the nice words… I really appreciate it.”
He turned to look for a vase or pot, which he had plenty of. His grandpa was always enthusiastic about having plants around the restaurant, and it about time to get new flowers. It would seem a little cheap to just be using the ones he got from the Flower Fair, but they meant a lot to him. They were like little notes reminding him of his virtues. He didn’t really know much about interior design anyways to know which ones would look best with the walls.
“I hope you don’t mind that I’m untying this,” the chef said as he freed the flowers from the ribbon and placed them into a red vase. The colors sort of… clashed, but it didn’t matter much to him, he was happy enough to have them around. “Thank you again, Angela.”
There, innocently perched on the counter, were three flowers. A red rose, a red tulip, and a peony. Beside them lay a generic 'Happy Flower Fair' card.
Raeger stood there for a few minutes, trying to comprehend what was there laying on the counter. He was aware that he was popular with women, but it was hard to believe that someone actually… well, loved him.
It was an awfully sweet gesture, though. He gently picked up the flowers and brought them to a vase. Who could have it possibly been..? Whoever it was, he hoped that one day they could tell their feelings directly to him.
The farm hand appears at Raeger's doorstep, looking tired from all the running around he's done."This," he begins, out of breath, "is from Miss Elise." And he plucks out a Candytuft from the bouquet he's carrying in offering.
“Oh, thank you,” Raeger was tempted to offer the man a glass of water, but he had a feeling that’d bring him into trouble that’d be worse than having no water at all. After he waved goodbye, he began to examine the candytuft. Indifference…?
Elise was really strange sometimes.
A single, lovely pink rose was left on the counter of your restaurant. It has a small tag that reads: 'Happy Flower Day, from Cam'
Raeger blinks at the pink rose. When did it get there? Probably while I was away at the Trading Depot, the chef thinks, bring the tag closer to his face.
Happy Flower Day, from Cam
He smiles. “You too,” he whispers, taking the flower to a vase.
"Chamomile, lookie!" He showed him a bouquet of flowers that had peonies, sycamores, orange roses and a single amaranth and an anemone. Dirk threw that type of flower because he was definitely certain the florist would know their meanings. He watched closely for the glorious reaction.
A look of sheer confusion and annoyance crossed Cam’s face the moment he hear the letter boy call out to him in a nickname he was the opposite of fond of. Before he had a chance to tell him off for it a bouquet of flowers was presented to him.
“Uh.” He could only stare in even more confusion. Most of them made enough sense… but the last two? Hear broken and not wanting to abandon? Cam only stared up silently at the other. Was he stupid? Did he even know what the flowers meant? The florist knew some people didn’t. There was also the possibility that he was being messed with.
“Thanks.” He wasn’t about to refuse flowers though, no matter how confusing or irritating the circumstances in which they were given. He reached into his bag for a moment and pulled out a bit of candytuft, holding it out for the letter carrier. “Here.”
"Ta-da!" Dirk clumsily brought out the flowers he picked up consisting of orange and pink fresh roses, and these larger than average sunflowers (it was fortunate he had found it in his trip to Konohana). With a smile he asked teasingly, "Does this mean I could help you with your patients?" He clearly forgotten the last incident in which his lack of knowledge in caring for a patient lead to some serious choking.
Hiro was genuinely surprised to have gotten a present from him—it showed in his expression. Nevertheless, his shocked expression turns into one with a shy smile and a flattered, light pink on his cheeks.
“Thank you,” he said sincerely, thinking about the meaning of the flowers. Quite honestly, those had made him blush as well. “Oh, I believe I have some for you, too.”
The brunet gave the young man a neatly put-together bundle of daises, peonies, as well as roses of a pink and orange shade.
“And, ahaha, well... If you like, then, you may. I would not be able to resist accepting help.”
With a strong pat on Vaughn's back, a certain fisherman greeted and exclaimed, "Heyo, Vaughn! Havin' a good flower festival?" He gave his signature grin and showed the silver-haired man a collection of pink roses, sycamore, and violets. "If you aren't then I hope these make your day, yeah?"
Vaughn jumped only slightly when a sudden for appeared on his back out of no where. He turned his head to see a familiar brown haired fisherman. The animal dealer had been out of town on business, so it was a while since they’d seen each other. “Hey, Denny. It’s been fine.”
He was more than a little surprised when the other pulled out a bunch of flowers and handed them to him. Friendship, curiosity, and Loyalty. Vaughn managed a small smile, but pulled down his hat to attempt to hide it. “Thanks.”
He then pulled a single geranium out of his vest pocket and handed it to Denny. “You out did me, but here.”
