saragina held squirming , smarmy , warmly furry roscoe in her arms instead of a flow'ry bouquet ; when he could n't take it anymore she took the yellow and red rose with stubbly white stick flowers bunch to her abundant front and masked the `` unwell , '' it all going with her slightly off-white then and , of course y'all , satin wedding gown , derived from a source you would n't believe in , because you keep such careful track , or something .