"Buna’s a city for flowers. After sitting through those committee meetings, I knew you must need a bouquet." Red poppies, parsley, and mistletoe—he presumed she knew the flower code. Perhaps she was so hopelessly detached from mainstream society that she couldn’t even read a flower code. Well, if she didn’t, no great harm done. It had been a very witty message, but maybe it was just as well if it were lost on her.