#flora|interaction.

“i see.” flora knew exactly why they were there, of course, but acknowledging it? she could hardly stand to do it. so toby bringing light to the obvious elephant in the room made her skin prickle with sheer and utter horror that they were really going to have this conversation. “it was a little while back,” she admitted, forcing heavy feet to carry her further into the room. she could see the ring more clearly now. it had been a decision that she’d agonised over — one she’d lost sleep over. then it hadn’t even mattered. “you weren’t supposed to know. i… had this thought, one day, that maybe we were there." clearly she was wrong. so unbelievably beyond wrong. "then i found myself looking at rings... and then i was buying one and then..." she trailed off, shoulders lifting in an uncomfortable shrug. and then they were over. she couldn't say as much, though. surely they would know what she meant without words.

“well, maybe traditionally…” and really, flora is a traditional person. however even the hint of suggestion that she couldn’t be has her wanting to act that as though she isn't. “i also think traditionally it’s supposed to be a lot more romantic, you know. in a garden full of flowers or something. not…” she glances around the bathroom before back to him, teeth sinking in to her lower lip to stop the growing smile on her lips from becoming too wide. her legs kick at his sides, heels bumping into the cabinet beneath the sink. “you… don’t have to answer,” she muses after a moment, grasping his hand between her own and pressing a little kiss to it. "it's silly."

"must you always make things so complicated?"

"i was beginning to think that you were avoiding me."

"i..." flora could say no, couldn't she? suggest that it's just some gift she got for a friend or something she picked up for herself. however, there really is no denying the significance of the ring. it's something she agonised over for the longest time when it came to picking out and there's really no way it could just be a costume piece or something thrown on for occasions. she almost doesn't want to admit it to audrey because that makes it all so real but she knows she has no other choice really, nodding hesitantly. "i got it a little while ago. i didn't — i mean, i meant to return it."

“i’ve tried to forget about you, but it’s impossible.”

"i have a new recipe for you to try..." she holds up the tupperware container and offers her friend a smile, "and i thought we might... talk?"

she had a hand in helping to pick out the ring, knew this moment was coming, and still flora finds herself pouting. “you don’t think it’s a little fast? like, marriage?” she puffs out a breath, “seems a bit sudden, is all.”