"You'll never guess what this lot mean."
Patsy stares down at the bunch of asters Delia has just presented her with, gazing thoughtfully. Delia can't keep a straight face, making her wonder what on earth the meaning behind them is. She looks up with an eyebrow raised and a small smile playing on her lips.
"I haven't the faintest idea."
"Oh, come on, Pats, guess."
Delia's properly grinning now, plucking a flower from the bouquet and waving it teasingly in front of her. "It's a word you must have heard almost every day of your life."
"Darling, this might be the most unhelpful you've ever been."
With a laugh, Delia leans forwards and tucks the flower gently behind Patsy's ear, brushing her fingers lightly down her cheek as Patsy gets up to put the flowers in their jug.
"Well, don't leave me in suspense!"
Delia shoots her another beaming grin, skipping over to kiss her quickly. "They mean patience, Patience," she says, grabbing her coat and disappearing off to work, leaving Patsy in the kitchen with a bewildered smile and a warmth in her chest that can only be created by a certain Welshwoman.