[ visibly looking put-out, he slouches his shoulders and grumbles lightly. with heavy footsteps, he goes to fetch the flowers she wants and at a painful human pace, he begins his return back to her. yelling, ] This would be so much easier if you had Flash-proof flowers!

[ then realising there was no need to yell, at a much more normal volume: ] I totally thought these flowers would block my voice. [ but he appears, looking at her expectantly. ] Where do you want them Miss West? [ he smiles, ] Just know I'm going to need a tip after. Flowers are heavy.