Impress Her With Gifts of Lurve…
He thrust a large bunch of purplish flowers in her face. They smelled rather funny. But she said thank you, and tried to look appropriately… excited? Nervous? Ecstatic? Whatever the word was.
He was babbling on about how he knew she'd appreciate them, because they were expensive, and therefore lovely. She marveled at his logic, and felt a sneeze coming on. She asked what they were.
He told her they were a rare breed of wizarding lavender that only grew on the west side of Mt. Everest, and it was damned hard to get people to go and pick them.
He looked expectantly at her.
She sneezed on him.
And then she said, "I'm allergic to lavender."
And left.
They weren't that expensive anyway, he told himself.
