"What is this?"

"It's a dandelion," Phineas grinned, "some little girl was selling them outside her house when I was driving home from work. It was too cute not to stop."

Isabella twiddled the little weed between her fingers, blinking once before asking, "you paid money for this?"

Phineas chuckled, nodding once before skirting off to the kitchen.

Later that night, as Isabella pressed the little flower into her scrapbook, she smiled. It was no dozen roses, obviously, but it just may be the sweetest gift she had ever received.