2663/A Very Specific Bouquet

A Very Specific Bouquet
Date of Scene:	28 July 2020
Location:	Sherwood Florist, First Floor
Synopsis:	A Batling ducks into the flower shop for a specific type of bouquet. Hopefully those thorns won't bite him.
Cast of Characters:	Dinah Lance, Tim Drake

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Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah's had a quiet day so far, the usual morning deliveries, a few pre-ordered boquets and arrangements, Gotham not being huge on walk-in business after all. And so while she oversees the shop, she's working on her night job as well, at least as best she can without hauling out an entire chemistry lab and doing some very hard to explain drug testing. So instead she's just scribbling away in a notebook, organizing her notes so far as she glances up at the clock now and then, radio in the background tuned to easy listening music as she just wiles away one of the few non-hectic days Gotham gets. All in all, she's pretty content with the day, no disasters on either the florist or vigilante sides of things.

Of course, that could change at any moment. There's always those unusual last minute requests.

Tim Drake has posed:
The shop door opens, and Tim Drake steps in. He's dressed in black slacks, nice shoes, and a maroon dress shirt, with sunglasses on his face that he removes and tucks in his shirt pocket as he walks in. Ice blue eyes look over the florist's shop momentarily. There is a hint of discomfort in his expression for a moment, a bit of a lack of assuredness, but he sighs lightly and makes his way to the counter. "Hey," he greets Dinah.

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah's eyes light up, eyebrows lifting a little, teeth clenching on her lower lip to try and fight back a grin at that hint of discomfort, head tilting, palms pressing to the countertop as she leans forward, "Well well, what can I get you stranger? Don't worry. They're -just- flowers. No man eating plants today." She snickers softly, eyes sparkling playfully as she shifts, walking out from around the counter, dressed in her own pair of black slacks and a frilled white blouse, hair tied back with an elastic, definitely going for business casual while on the clock.

Tim Drake has posed:
"Crazy question... but do you sell roses that are..." Tim tilts his head, trying to word it right. "Imperfect. Flawed. Every bouquet I've seen every flower is perfect. I want one that.. isn't." He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "It's probably a stupid thought."

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah keeps one eyebrow arched as she tilts her head, before she gives a slow nod, "Oh, uhh... yeah, I mean, there's always some that don't fit the picture perfect bouquets. You want a dozen of them?" She grins crookedly and snickers out, "I can throw something together. But I'd suggest describing them as -unique-, not... flawed. I mean, I'm assuming you're giving them to someone special, right?" She sweeps through the shop, moving over to the cooler and beginning to smoothly pick out roses one at a time.

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim grins a little. "Well... yes. She is special. But I think..." he considers a moment before he continues. "She doesn't see herself the way I do. She's flawed. We all are. But she thinks her flaws make her unworthy." He shrugs. "I... had a thought to show her that even a flawed rose is beautiful." He snorts at himself, actually looking embarrassed now that he said it out loud. "Okay. That probably /is/ stupid and she'll hate it."

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah laughs as she gathers up a dozen roses, each slightly flawed in one way or another, bringing them over to the work table, "Oh, come on now. Have you -seen- the shop name? We're all about sappy displays and poorly thought out choices! I'm sure she'll find it touching." She chews her lower lip as she works on the finer points of the arrangement, "Do you want me to remove the thorns? You know, in case she -does- hate it? I mean, getting beaten with a bouquet of roses can sting."

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim actually laughs at that. "Believe me," he sighs, "getting beaten with flowers would be the least of my problems. I think... the thorns suit." Maybe too well. "I honestly know nothing about flowers or flower arrangements. The last time I had to deal with any of them was after my dad died, for his funeral." He grimaces slightly. "And even then it was mostly 'just whatever works'."

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah laughs softly and shakes her head, "Well, I'll be pulling for you to not get mercilessly assaulted with botanicals. I'm sure if you're putting in the effort to think this hard on it, she'll appreciate the gesture." She hums out and snickers softly, "And if not, well, just swing by and drop them off for me! Even working with them all day, getting flowers is always a nice surprise. But really, I'm sure it'll go fine. You're clearly feeling something there if you're coming up with a personal approach like this."

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim grins. "Well, I hope she feels the same way." Whether that's about the flowers or in general, he doesn't elaborate. He considers some of the other arrangements. "Probably will go ahead and get a vase and everything for them... I don't think she'd have something otherwise." Besides maybe an empty whiskey bottle, and he doubts they fit. "Probably something... not like that." He gestures towards a vase with intricate hearts and vines painted all over it. "What are my options?"

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah hums and chews her lower lip, before she's slipping about again, clearly knowing exactly where the vase she's looking for is. She lifts one up from behind the counter, glossy dark green bordering on black with the right lighting as she grins, "Something a little more understated and less.. frilly, right?" She offers it up for examination with a laugh, "Don't worry, I'll let you in on a secret... the flowers are more about what they -mean- than the vase. Unofficially. Officially? Oh yeah, you definitely want to buy the right vase."

Tim Drake has posed:
"Huh." Tim looks at the vase approvingly. "That one looks pretty great. And yeah. I mean, she's..." he shrugs helplessly. "She's not the frilly type, no." His eyes settle on the flowers, the vase, and he lets out a sigh, his shoulders relaxing. "I think she'll like it." Or she'll smother him in his sleep and upend the vase on him in a fit of pique. One could never tell with Rose. "Am I missing anything?"

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah leans back after carefully putting the flowers into the vase and slowly tilting side to side, just making sure she's done the job properly, "Oh, well, usually a card. But if you're going in person, I figure something from your own lips will work better than paper, right?" She laughs softly and shakes her head, "trust me, you'll do fine. Hell, you're doing better than fine just thinking to buy flowers."

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim chuckles. "Well, that's a fair point." He hands her a card; AMEX Black, his full name printed out over the numbers. "Thanks. I'm sure she'll love them."

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah laughs and takes the card, going through the motions of charging... though it seems like a -very- low charge, probably enough to cover cost and a tiny bit more. She hands the card back over and grins impishly. "Well, if not, I'll hook for the handsome guy who looks like he fell through a rose garden."

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim's cheeks flush at that, and he laughs lightly. "Thanks," he grins, picking up the vase and pocketing his card. "Well..." he heads towards the door, lifting the vase in a slight salute. "Wish me luck." And then he disappears through the door to his car outside.