A flower for your thoughts

Hello again, Elisabeth Fiorelli.

He couldn't do much other than wait and stare, watching the woman he had only met in two separate occasions prune roses with little interest.

She was pretty, yes, they had already established that, but he was here on business, not leisure.

He merely tipped an eyebrow at the woman as she took her time recognizing, looking mildly amused as he held back a snort, waiting until she responded before smiling back.

"Yes well, I was afraid if I were more specific, you might point me towards a scientist instead, Ms. Fiorelli." He replied with a chuckle, before reaching up to pluck the crystal bloom out off his breast pocket. "But let's skip right to business."

He gently twirled the bizarre flower between his thumb and index, watching the way the light refracted from its crystalline surface with keen interest before turning his gaze back to the woman.

"What can you tell me about these?" He asked pointblank. "They were all the rage a while back, as I recall, but I was a little too busy to care at the time."

Sootopolis, surviving. The works.

"But, this morning I awoke to this pretty thing growing on the walls off to the side of my balcony, 'blooming over ivy like a climbing rose'." He said, speaking the last line almost melodically before snorting. "Nearly fell off the balcony when I noticed it; Aren't these fairly dangerous to be around of?"

Weird stuff tended to happen near them. Or maybe they formed near dangerous stuff...? Either way, having a patch growing by his house on rocket town seemed like terrible luck.

A flower for your thoughts

Hello again, Elisabeth Fiorelli.

"That's one way to look at it." He said simply, still twirling the bloom in hand.

He wouldn't have called it 'luck'; not good luck, at any rate.

"Is that so? I can only wonder what this means, then..." The man said idly as his shoulders rose and fell, a deep sigh leaving his lips. "Nothing good, I'm sure. And I only just got used to the apartment, too."

His doomsaying was interrupted as the shorter blonde suddenly held up a digit, effectively silencing the knight with the gesture. He blinked as she darted back into her home.

He stood about awkwardly as he waited for her to return, looking around briefly for a moment before sniffing the crystal bloom, pursing his lips at the lack of strong fragrance. After a moment of bored waiting, the man shrugged to himself and invited himself further into the shop, the thuds of his steps filling the sillence until he came upon Elisa once again.

She was bending over in front of a... a...

Something. Not too sure what, but...

"Oh? Y- Yes, I see." He said with a blank smile, blinking rapidly as he quickly turned his attention to the pages before him. Hoh, her sketching was rather commendable. Good to see her noble training had been thorough.

"... I'm surprised League forces and Team rocket didn't come to blows over these more often." The man observed wryly at the mention of 'infinity energy', staring at his flower thoughtfully.

"Thank you, Elisabeth, that is all very good to know. But..." He said after a moment. He held up the flower, twirling it yet again. "How does one take care of these, as flowers?"

A flower for your thoughts

Hello again, Elisabeth Fiorelli.

"Yes— but it seems as though even the end of the world can't bring about a ceasefire." He mused with an almost amused smile on his lips. "Considering all that, such logical reasoning seems almost commendable... and unlikely."

He could only assume there had been bigger fishes to fry for both parties at the time, keeping them distracted from blowing each other up.

He smiled blandly at her question before laughing.

"I was born and raised on the far north of freezington, Elisabeth." He said with a chuckle. "Suffice to say, floristry was conspicuously absent from my mother's curriculum."

Not flower meanings and their uses in poetry though. Those were definitely needed, for some ungodly reason. The man rolled his eyes at his parents' oft times indecipherable logic, before shrugging his shoulders and coming closer to the coffee table, staring at the slipper orchid.

"So... Walk me through the steps." He requested, smiling. His eyes dragged over the purple flower, quite unlike the crystal bloom, yet seemingly more similar than one might have thought, before landing on the woman's journal, brief curiosity settling in him before he discarded it.

He could ask about the woman's other observations later.

A flower for your thoughts

Hello again, Elisabeth Fiorelli.

"Nor to living beings in general." He added with another chuckle, looking faintly amused. Had he noticed her embarrassment? Did he find it funny? Who knew.

He however, knew the topic must've meant something to the woman, the several subtle changes to her usual, somewhat aloof demeanor giving away her personal interest in the topic.

Wow, look at that, a florist who likes to be a florist. What do you know; on point as ever, Gwyar.

The man choked his inner voice in the back of his mind while listening to the widow explain.

"Bounce lights, understood." The things were growing outside of his apartment— he wasn't about to rig up some contraption to somehow make this work.

Reaching into his pocket, the man produced his own notepad, writing upon it with a hum as the woman began to list the several, several things he would need to keep track of in order to keep the pretty little flowers, well, alive.

"... So a pinch of water, 10, 20 milliliters...?" He asked while making a face at her, lips pursed slightly in askance while rolled slightly to the side, looking at her expectantly.

Use more words, Elisabeth.

He blinked as she suddenly brought the vase of the flowers up to his face instead, looking almost adorably proud of herself as she explained to him... plants.

"Why yes, I did notice." He thought the plant might have been dying for a sec, but the leaves hadn't matched.

He had assumed she was just messy after that. Apparently not!

He blinked at her words next.

"Ah. That sounds fascinating!" He said... and then looked around with some palpable excitement. The crystal bloom was rare enough; it was impressive that she was already able of producing her own! "May I see the specimen?"

A flower for your thoughts

Hello again, Elisabeth Fiorelli.

"Please do. Perhaps you can make it a step by step list? I'm terrible at this sort of thing." He had chuckled then.

Inevitably, his request was accepted.

"Of course." He followed after her, eager to witness the fabled specimen.

He hadn't seen any grass grass-type pokemon out and about since he had arrived. He couldn't help but ponder on just where the woman kept her reserves. She didn't seem like an avid PC user...

Before long, he stood before the specimen, a curious expression upon his face as he examined the small, timid thing. A single bloom, glittering under the sunlight, no less beautiful for its small size.

Wordlessly, the man plucked his own bloom from his breast pocket and gently held it up Elisabeth's smaller one, humming thoughtfully.

"Are you certain?" He asked after a moment. "Of its life expectancy, I mean."

If their lives truly were so fragile, there wasn't much that could be done with them after all.

"Hn. Then I guess my little batch won't be adorn my balcony for long." A pity.

A flower for your thoughts

Hello again, Elisabeth Fiorelli.

"Right." He said, conceding to her expertise. "I suppose my business here is almost done, then."

All that was left was for her to write down what he needed to do back home.

As her digits ran over the crystal petals, the man gently pushed the stem of the flower against her palm.

"For your troubles, Ms. Fiorelli." He said, smiling coyly. "It suits you much better than it does I."