Her praise made him beam; flower language was one of his particular niches, and it was always pleasant to engage with someone who was similarly fluent – and Miss Potts, of course, by nature or trade, was even expert enough to pick out the arranger’s potential mistakes.
“Well,” Endymion said slowly, an idea coming to him, “you found it. Maybe they meant it for you all along.” He didn’t know if he was being serious or teasing her, but if anyone had been supposed to read the bouquet hidden away here, she did make a lot of sense.
“So have you lied to anyone lately? Or had any loves you’ve found difficult keeping secret?”
It was – well beyond his remit to ask her such things, but he couldn’t resist posing the possibility to her, just to see how she would take it; but until she answered he kept his gaze studiously on the yellow lily.
“Well,” Endymion said slowly, an idea coming to him, “you found it. Maybe they meant it for you all along.” He didn’t know if he was being serious or teasing her, but if anyone had been supposed to read the bouquet hidden away here, she did make a lot of sense.
“So have you lied to anyone lately? Or had any loves you’ve found difficult keeping secret?”
It was – well beyond his remit to ask her such things, but he couldn’t resist posing the possibility to her, just to see how she would take it; but until she answered he kept his gaze studiously on the yellow lily.
