"Chrysanthemums, daisies, and azaleas," Olive concluded, the smallest of smiles forming at the corner of her mouth. Declan seemed like an easily frazzled young man, but she could tell even without reading his aura he was very kind and honest. She could also tell from how he stood, and spoke that he was one of those investegator types. Hmm. She'd keep an eye out for him and this associate of his. It wasn't technically breaking the rules.<br/><br/>As these thoughts flitted through her head, Olive's hands fixed up a dainty arrangement of pinks and whites and pastel hues. "Er, I read that they mean loyalty. Promote rest and strength and good fortune." The small Angel rang up a price, eyes flitting now and then to the window outside. The sun was setting. The Lurkers--and God knew what else--would be out to play tonight. "Any name you want to make this out to?" She asked, trying to rush Decaln a bit more. Heaven forbid something happen to him. The mess would take hours to clean, and Lurkers weren't exactly clean with their murders.