A/N: This was requested anonymously as how Andy goes about filling his little list in 3x06 - "Indianapolis."

Enjoy!

Flowers might have been the hardest one, and Andy was only on the first part of his list. He liked making them, turns out. Not that he ever intended to do anything on them, and being able to for once - and not like his stupid bucket list that, at this point, was never getting finished - was awesome.

Plus, it was for April. That just made things way easier.

So, right, flowers.

He looked at roses, but figured she wouldn't like them. Besides, he was broke and even these two dollar, grocery store roses were too much. On the way back to work, he realized he hadn't seen any flowers that she might like. Then again, he wasn't sure partying, drinking, gore-loving flowers were a thing. Settling into his station, he suddenly felt like a failure.

I can't even do one of these right, he thought, staring at a pile of papers that somebody (likely Kyle) left on the chair beside him.

He started playing with the paper, wondering why he was so bad at everything and suddenly felt that weird, scary feeling in the back of his head that April was way better than him. It sucked, but he couldn't let it go. After a few minutes of that dumb thinking, he looked down at the crumpled mess of paper that he was balling up and realized it looked a little bit like a flower.

By the time the end of the day came around, and after hiding everything from April when she skipped a conference, Andy had half a dozen kind-of paper flowers. In them, he wrote all sorts of stuff, some of it things he probably shouldn't have written down – you are the prettiest girl on the planet, you are way cooler than Ann, you are so awesome and I think about you all the time – and some that he definitely shouldn't have written down for April to see, but then she flipped open one of the petals and that shy little smile on her face was unmistakeable.

Spurned on by his success, Andy tried chocolate. And by tried, he went to the expensive place at the mall and, after a very sweaty, nervous fit, walked out of there with a box of them safely pilfered in his coat pocket.

Trouble was, he tasted one just to see and realized they were awful. They tasted like stale bread and fruit, just with the lovely facade of chocolate.

By now though, he couldn't make paper chocolate. That wasn't a thing, right?

In the end, he brought her one of those gross granola bars from the cafe at work. She normally got the nut-filled one, but he bought the chocolate just so he could feel like he was doing something right.

When he visited her on his lunch break, he handed her the bar. "I know, it's the wrong one. Sorry," he said sheepishly.

"It's fine," she said without any malice. She actually sounded like she did at the bar a few days before, and it was a really cool thing to feel like she wasn't mad at him. "Whatever, these are lame anyways."

Still, April unwrapped it and finished the thing by the time he left. Maybe not paper flowers with praise and crude thoughts written all over it, but it would have to do.

Rubies? Check, he thought looking down in the bag of Tootsie Pops. Emeralds, too. Sadly, no diamonds.

Maybe one day he'd buy her a real one instead of dumb candy.

Andy eventually gave up on the idea of a treasure chest full of scarves, wondering what that could have been in the first place.

It took him a while, but then he put it together. A way to make it work, and it was just a play on words. Chest full of scarves. Chest and scarves.

Andy wasn't smart, but he knew that chest didn't have to mean a wooden box. And the chest he was thinking about was most definitely a treasure.

Hopefully April was into this sort of thing.

"Where'd you get this?" April asked, taking a swig from the metal flask that Andy learned pretty quickly was full of vodka.

"Oh, some guy left it here," Andy said.

April proceeded to spit out a stream of vodka onto the City Hall tiles and give him an incredulous look.

"What?"

Also, as it turns out, April isn't really into massages. One day while they were being lazy at Burly's and she was leaning her back against his shoulder (and she liked doing this weird thing where she dropped her head backward on him and looked up at him) Andy took advantage of the situation.

"Dude, I'm not-" she shrugged her shoulders at his big, clumsy hands working her shoulder blades. "I don't need a massage, okay?" she told him.

"Oh," Andy muttered, dropping his head and hands in defeat.

"Right now," she told him with a smirk. Then she added, with a much more wicked smile, "I could probably use on later."

That little bottle he was holding at his stand at work - and then yelled at by a suddenly vocal April to put it away - would come in handy just in time.