"Lovely," he said, a bit uneasily. Lachlan had heard of herbology lovers considering plants their children, but never before had he seen it in action. He gawked at the florist as she spoke so fondly of the creature and was struck by the realization that he'd never had a single pet he'd spoken to so adoringly, and yet she had it in her heart for a cabbage. A cabbage. There were a lot of things he could say, but nothing he felt would make the florist realize how bizarre this was to him. Instead, he took a step backwards away from the cabbage—Merlin only knew how he'd explain that bite mark away—and dropped his gaze to the grass she'd just placed on his tray.

"No help, but it's no issue. I need the work," he admitted. He could asked Tilda to help, but it would make something that was intended to be relaxing that more stressful. Besides, if she had anything—an instruction manual, a book, written directions no matter how long—he'd be able to figure it out. Eventually.

He watched as she summoned the plant, the thistle. It was an ugly plant, really, looking closer to a cactus than a flower. Perhaps Scotland should reconsider its choice for "national flower", assuming there was a need for one at all. He let her place it on the tray, not wanting to dissuade her from her fun. He could buy what he needed, he reminded himself. "Thistle, hm? Is it normal in your family to name daughters after plants?" He wondered what her name could be. Rose was a common one. There was also Lily, Poppy, Iris, Violet, and... well, he couldn't think of any other flowers.

---