Scene: a romantic and pragmatist are making plans for Valentine's Day.
"Here is some information that will probably be useful to you: I'm allergic to lilies." "Wow, I almost bought you lilies last week. That's why I asked your favorite color." "Yeah, it's sad, because they ARE beautiful, but I would have to immediately give them to someone else." "What IS your favorite flower?" "Well...I don't know? I mean, I hate that flowers die! What I'd much prefer is a nice potted plant, something with architectural leaves, something that I could keep around for along time." (He looks at me, like, "You dummy, that is not beautiful or romantic.") "Okay I ALSO like planting wildflowers in the back yard, because not only do I get to enjoy them EVERY DAY but they actually thrive when you prune them so I can cut flowers AND help the plant!" (He continues staring at me.) "I don't know. I don't have a favorite. If/when you buy me flowers, I'll just have to appreciate the fact that they came from you." And reader, I do.
