Wave came to a skidding halt, just alittle past the flowerbed and its attendant, then backpeddaled slowly. The sight was so incredulous that even he was taken aback slightly, and after a moment pondering the issue, carefully reached out with a foot to nudge the bebelled gardener, ensuring they were real. Once he had poked the woman several times, enough to be satisfied with the veracity of her existence, he crouched down beside her and spoke in a low voice, as if slightly embarrassed, "I need a bouquet of flowers."<br/><br/>Simple, direct, and embarrassed or not, his tone didnt offer her a chance to refuse.