Since the human female’s going to be Mrs. Hobbly for quite some time, Sigyn, I think our botanical expeditions may have ceased for the foreseeable. We shall have to content ourselves with whatever flowers come to hand.
A co-worker has sent a bouquet of garden roses home with the human male. Pink looks good on you! Or, rather, you look good on pink!
Although I know red is your favorite.
The human female’s mother has not forgotten how much you love flowers too. She went for a walk and picked you a tiny bouquet. Small as it is, it is still quite an armful!
I recognize the lavender asters, but I don’t know what the yellow ones are.
Shall I put those in some water for you?
Perhaps tomorrow you and I should go out and hunt for more, and escape all this business of bruises and boots and blubbering.