[Alois is pink-nosed and pink-cheeked, and hasn't changed entirely out of his going-out-when-it's-so-cold clothes, yet. His gloves are off, and his muffler is draped over his shoulders rather than wrapped around his neck, but he's got a hat and coat on, still. And he's next to a large vase of white roses, atop - well, it's a desk, but a few might know it as Ciel's study desk, the edge of which he's sitting upon.
He looks mostly happy.]
So, I bought these today, because I felt like buying them. I'm told they were very well cared for, seeing as it's so cold and they're still alive... I checked them all for a long time and they don't seem bruised anywhere, so I'm pretty pleased. I've not bought roses myself in a while. It was good to do.
-Ah! But I got some for myself, too! That is, I didn't buy them... The florist gave them to me and asked me to come in again. I think I will. [A smaller vase is shown, then. It's a little bundle of yellow roses.] They're pretty, right? 'It would look good in your hair,' I was told, but I had a hat on...
I guess I was wondering, though! What do you think of secret admirers? The sort which anonymously sends... you know, flowers and the like and all, with not a word of admittance or acknowledgment.
[A moment of thought, and the hat comes off and he runs his fingers through his ruffled hair quickly.]
How common a practice is that? Though maybe I'm not surprised... -OH, I almost forgot! There's one other thing I brought home!
[Sharply, the camera angles downward. There's a bag on the ground. A sack. It's nearly spilling over with... well,
more plant. And when Alois' face is shown again, he looks pretty pleased with himself.]
It's to be hung, now, so I guess it's starting to be festive or whatever... Mostly, this part is great.