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"What the hell is this weirdly scented flower? It smells gross-" A deep voice cuts me off. "It's called a hydrangea, you idiot. The hydrangea is considered the flower of gratefulness. The flowers have served as a representation of heartfelt feelings, whether of joy or sadness" He says whilst snatching the bouquet away from my reach. I scoff. Who is he to publicly humiliate me because of his flower fetish? I look at him dead in the eyes. "Who the hell would know that anyway? And you're a weirdo for knowing that...I don't even know if you're making this crap up or not..." He looks taken aback but suddenly regains his composure and smiles, oh that sh*t eating smile. "A herbalist would know that...and that herbalist would be me, your majesty" ...damn.
One. Hydrangea
