Karla's Rooms, The Estate, Glacia

[not_a_parakeet]

Okay, so this wasn't really a Glacian holiday, and Warren needed to explain in small words to Mallory why it was important that he take the day off (even if it didn't match up at all to the Kaeleeran calendar, either), and that Karla also get the day off, and that somebody take the baby for the evening, and could he please do him a favour and

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[glacial_queen]

Karla wasn't in the Valentine's Day mood that Warren was aiming for here. It wasn't his fault--she hadn't even really noticed the work he'd put into the atmosphere. The StuCo roses had arrived and Karla was trying to figure out who her flowers had come from.

And if it were meant to be a threat.

"Warren?" she called, staring at her bouquet in consternation. "Did you, umm, send me flowers? From StuCo?"

[not_a_parakeet]

Clearly Karla didn't know what kind of Valentine's Day mood Warren was aiming for, yet.

"StuCo?" He was looking up at her, kind of puzzled, from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed when she came into the room. "Why would I go to the island and order roses from our alma mater when I can just get something done up for you here in Sidra?"

There was a beat, and then he was reaching for a bouquet sitting on the nightstand by the bed. "These are the flowers I got you, my love."

[glacial_queen]

Well, that was enough to draw her attention away from the possible-murder!bouquet, at least for a few minutes. She set down the scary roses to take the flowers Warren was handing her.

"Oh, Warren, they're beautiful," she breathed, burying her face into the flowers and inhaling. "And smell heavenly."

Peeking up at him, she smiled. "I have a bouquet for you, too." She called in the one she'd made...with a bit of help from Ermengarde.

[not_a_parakeet]

"Oh!"

Karla! You loved him! You really, really loved him! Provided you'd let Ermengarde do anything and everything that might have otherwise compromised the integrity of the bacon.

"Oh, wow. That bouquet is way better than the one I got you." A beat. "Though the bacon I got for you has pineapple."

Seriously, Ermengarde must have been so sick of bacon by the end of the morning.