A/N: An Iris flower means understanding or wisdom. For more flower meanings, visit my other bechloe fic "Of Flowers and Soulmates" Please review. Many thanks! ^^

The bright morning sun peeked in the cracks of the cream vinyl blinds of the kitchen. The smell of roasted coffee enveloped the small space as whole wheat bagels popped out of the toaster. Becca's eyes sparkled as she held up a bottle of bona fide, genuine, authentic Hymettus honey.

For 3,000 years Mount Hymettus, south east of Athens has produced this honey of such high caliber that even Cicero (a cynic) insisted that Plato must have been raised on the slopes! What makes it so special is that the bees, usually, have access to only one type of flower and in this case, it's a special variety of wild thyme from which the Cecropian bees harvest nectar. A gloriously runny honey, tinged with dark flecks and an aroma of wild thyme, it shouldn't really be wasted in a cooking (heaven forgive anyone who does!) because there is nothing in the world to beat this undeniably excellent Greek speciality.

Becca was so incredibly lucky to have been able to find this online; it was definitely what she would describe a gift from the gods.

She sliced the bagel, slathered it with peanut butter, reverently drizzled the Hymettus honey all over the sandwich before sprinkling chopped almonds onto her creation; all the while swearing silently to herself that this shiznit right here should be on the Food Network ™, she should be like Cake Boss ™ something like PB sandwich boss or something.

The beeping of the coffee maker brought her back to the cozy kitchen and she chuckled as she arranged the surprise she planned for Chloe.

To say that Chloe was not a morning person would be the understatement of the century. She barely stirred when Becca burst in her room with the breakfast tray she prepared complete with a little stuffed bear holding a freshly picked iris blossom.

"Chlo, wake up. You're going to be late for your finals."

Grunt.

"I have a surprise for you!"

Now Chloe may not be a morning person but she was a surprise person who jumps up whenever she hears the words 'surprise for you'.

"Yay! I thought I smelled coffee! Breakfast in bed….awwwwhhh… Beccaaaaa….." she gushed, her cheeks turning red with pleasure.

"Yeah, yeah. Wake up, eat this and get ready. It's your literature finals today." Becca slid on top of the bed, balancing the tray with utmost care. Chloe didn't need to be told twice to eat up and went on her merry way devouring the fare her girlfriend lovingly prepared.

Becca looked on with fondness for the ginger.

"Hey babe, remember the PB and J you stole from me?"

"I didn't steal nothing from you!" was said in between bites.

"Details, details…" she shrugged. "That sandwich was a classic. Like literature, it's simple. You don't need to over think it. It's perfect as it is. Nothing to be added or to be removed."

She shifted to toy with the ends of Chloe's curls.

"The second sandwich you pilfered…"

"Again, I did not illegally take anything from you!"

"… was cut to sandwich perfection. Like literature, the measure of each verse, the form, lines and rhythm work in harmony. It's not just the words that make up literature; it's also how it was written."

Chloe hummed and giggled a bit when Becca started to gently trace her face with a finger. "And this last sandwich was made with Hymettus honey where finding words to describe it is so difficult that Greeks just say it's the 'food of the gods'. Literature is like that… it is an attempt to put into words what is naturally ineffable… like beauty…" At this Becca leaned in and kissed Chloe on the forehead. "…and love." She then captured the redhead's lips, tasting the honey and peanut butter that Chloe delighted in a few minutes ago. "I just want you to remember that. It makes literature all the more understandable."

Their moment was destroyed by the ungodly scream let out by Aubrey. "Becca Mitchell! What the fucking fuck did you do to my kitchen?!"