"For all we know?" Oi, aren't you supposed to be the florist, here?

[he picks up chopsticks likewise, digging in to the other bento on the counter. Puddin lays on the counter like he has just done quite a lot of work, instead of just stoop there and get scratches]

As the person who exclusively gets flowers from you, please don't send me any poisonous ones. Even if it's appropriate for the season.

[the spoopy scary skellytons and all]