(Y)ellow
"Two dozen yellow roses?"
Scott nodes yet again as the florist raised his eyes at him. Shrugging his shoulders the man disappeared for a minute before reappearing with the yellow roses.
"$15.56."
Scott happily paid the money taking the two dozen of yellow roses.
"Wait kid!"
"Yeah."
"Why yellow roses and not red?" the florist asked. The boy smiled brightly glancing down at the yellow roses in his arms.
"Because they're Stiles favorite color."