Roses for a Holiday

[bibis_flower]

Fleurette is all for new holidays that mean people get flowers. Nevermind the meaning. She is in the main room of the Mansion with a basket of cut roses of all colors, giving the blooms to whoever will take them. There is nothing wrong with the blooms except maybe a few thorns on the stems.

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[yourladyship]

Enter Alfred blushing something fierce, dressed out like a little Elizabethan gentleman and holding a bouquet of dried wildflowers behind his back. "U - Um ..."

[bibis_flower]

Fleurette jumps up and down excitedly, nearly dropping the basket, and hugs him. "Alfred! I was afraid you'd gone! How are you?"

[yourladyship]

Blushing even fiercer -- "I - I brought you something. For St. Valentine's ..."

[bibis_flower]

"You did?" She blushes now, but she's still very, very happy to see him.

[yourladyship]

He steps back enough to bow -- a little awkwardly, perhaps -- and offer the flowers with a softmeek smile.

[bibis_flower]

She beams, and reaches to take them. "Oh, Alfred, they're lovely! You thought of me when we haven't seen each other for so long?"

[yourladyship]

"I -- I hoped you'd come back ..."

[bibis_flower]

"I'm glad I did." And she hugs him again. For some reason, her shyness and standoffishness to other men doesn't apply to Alfred. She completely trusts and adores him.