Language des fleurs

Formerly "Language of Flowers"
(Peppermint Tea: Two)
12 January 2018
Anchorage, United States; Sydney, Australia
-January 12, 2018-
He digs around the section of the Internet devoted to flower meanings, selecting his bouquet very carefully and with some amount of pride when he finishes it. It takes him nearly the entire week to figure out the first set of flowers. Yancy even finds a greenhouse on the edge of Sydney to deliver them. As Raleigh sets up the vid-conference in the Ranger Lounge, Yancy's unable to help the small smile that softens his face.
"Hey Doc. Rals oughta be here in a second. How was the move?" he asks warmly.
"Exhausting." The circles under the man's eyes makes him wince in sympathy. "I am at present the busiest I have ever been. Thankfully Crimson Typhoon's coding has had a large break-through due to Dr. Lightcap. They should deploy soon."
"An' take a load off of us. Sorry you're so swamped, Doc, but we've got our hands full with those slimy bastards." he doesn't even realize he's slipped into French until the other
off-duty Rangers looking at him funny. "You mind if we talk in French? All we do is English lately. Ugh. I miss having a multi-liguist aside from us in the 'dome."
"Yeah. Yan and I are trying to keep up with our list and it's getting harder to speak anything that isn't already present." Raleigh complained with his puppy pout.
"We are all inherently busy due to this War. My apologies for not getting back to you sooner but their Head Science Officer had just been transferred to Russia and I had to learn their systems. The Australians are at least friendly. I had but to ask and I was pointed in the correct direction." Hermann sighs as he takes a sip of what looks like cold tea. Both of them make a face in mutual sympathy as Hermann grimaces but continues to drink.
"Uh, anything interesting happen yet?" Yancy knows he's not being subtle in the least; Raleigh kicks him under the table. He kicks back just as hard and mentally swears at Raleigh until he's metaphorically blue in the face.
"Someone sent me flowers, I do believe, and it is very sweet. They were just the boost I needed this morning. The person obviously knew what they were doing." Hermann reaches out of screen for a second and pulls the carefully-crated bouquet into view for them. Yancy grins at Raleigh as the surprise flashes through the link; yeah, he knew what he was doing with his wooing.
"Wow. Did it come with a card?" Raleigh asks seriously.
"From Roe of the Brook. 'Keep up the good work.' The card goes on to mention the meanings behind the flowers and they are quite heartwarming." Hermann flushed a soft pink and Yancy was hard-pressed not to join him.
"Umm, I'm seeing begonias, white carnations, hibiscus, ivy, gladiolus, magnolias-Is that a sunflower?-and wisteria. Jeez.
Whoever this is really likes you, Hermann." Raleigh rattles off in awe.
"I am aware. It cannot be anyone from here. Perhaps you know them." He can't tell whether to be impressed that Hermann figured out that the delivery was from Alaska or horrified that it was so easily traced back.
"We'll look around," Yancy hums even as it burns to say it. He's glad his gift was well-received. "let you know if we find anyone."
"Thank you. It is flattering if a little strange." Yancy wants to outright tell him but something holds him back. Fear, maybe, but it keeps his tongue glued to the roof of his mouth in a language that it would matter in.
"It's not strange at all." he mumbles in Czech, "Especially if they're as unconventionally handsome, smart and sweet as you."
"Yan. Compliments in the wrong language aren't helping your case." Raleigh sighs as he switches from Czech to French in a spilt second. "He's just grumpy because he's gone an' done the Becket special."
"I'm afraid I don't understand." Hermann sets aside the bouquet in a glass vase that is visible in the background of the other vid-con room.
"It's a Becket thing. We fall in love, and I mean head-over-heels, only once. Yancy's done it and now he's separated from his guy. He can't help the sour face." Raleigh cheerfully informs the man as he perches on the front of the table.
"Raleigh!" he hisses, knowing that he's playing it up but also mortified that his baby brother would just tell that to Hermann so casually.
"What? I didn't say who and you're lucky I keep your secrets along with his too." his brother sniffs in Norwegian.
"Glad to hear you're settling in, Doc. You need anything from Europe while we're at it? Mémé's sending a package to the 'dome." Yancy changes the subject and both his brother as well as Hermann take it up.
"I would not mind a lemon roll or raspberry wafers. They do at least carry decent tea." Hermann's smile, as small as it is, makes both of them brighten.
"Well, we'll send some of that too." The vid-conference ends with all of them promising to make more time for each other. Yancy turns around to see the Gage twins and Sergio D'onofrio looking between him and Raleigh.
"What were you even speaking?" Sergio asks with his confusion clear on his expressive face.
"Hehe. French, Czech and Norwegian. That's not even all of them." he remarks with a laugh as they leave the Ranger Lounge with a lighter step. Yancy's pretty sure that vid-con's only the beginning of an awesome tradition.
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