Contently Wheatley gazed at his little garden, a hobby he had picked up after escaping Aperture with Chell. "What a weird name that is, Chell. It was better when I could still call her luv, it suited her better ... even Alex would have been a better name ..." he thought while watering his red flowers.
"Mhm, these are doing quite well ... yeah, rather chuffed about those. Maybe I should ask Chell one day if she's knows what they're called." he muttered before realizing how utterly pointless that would be. "She's still a mute Wheatley! It was a bloody wonder you found out what her name is you idiot." he scolded himself while thanking whoever wrote Chell's name on the inside of her hairpin. He sighed, at least I talk enough for both of us he thought. He took another look at his garden and decided he had worked enough for today.
As he was about to leave the unnamed red flowers grabbed his attention again. "Maybe you should take some with you ... just in case she can name them ... and ehm she probably would like them anyway ..." a voice in his head tried to convince him. "Myeah, you're probably right, I should a couple of them with me" he said to himself and so he left his garden with a home made watering can in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in his other hand.
When he arrived home he opened the door and screamed "Ehm, Chell! I'm back from the garden ... I brought you something! You'll never guess what it is! ... eh wait you probably do since it's from the garden ... but ehm. Please come have a look anyway" while trying to arrange his mysterious flowers as neatly as possible in a vase.
