A Rose By Any Other Name

Full disclosure, Terry was not good at gift giving. He was a total mooch, after all. His friends had never been much for gifts, and anything they gave to people was knicked and not bought. Man, how life had changed. Terry was no fan of change, but he'd get over it. He was pretty adaptable. He'd always had to be before.

Feminine gifts (flowers, clothes, and chocolates) in particular were contemptuous to buy. He'd never had feminine friends. The streets or London and Ireland weren't kind to the feminine inclined. They bred a specific kind of violence and trickery that wasn't so prevalent here.

Like his best mate, Fitz, Terry was good at landing on his feet. He'd go as far to say the entire group was. They'd been thrown into this situation but had managed to come out more or less on top thus far.

Now he was in totally new territory: flower buying.

It seemed apt to Terry that he would choose a place with Fawn in the name. It brought a wider grin to his already affable expression.

He saw the attractive girl at the counter and approached her with the swagger of someone who was used to and unaffected by rejection.

"I dun suppose ye know which flowers best match me eyes?" He leaned on the counter. There were a lot of options here. He whistled lowly when he took a moment to look over a few of them. "I'm lookin' for somethin' that says 'congratulations, cuttie' without bein' roses. Gotta hate them daft lads comin' in fer roses all the time, ye?"