“What’s baby’s breath?” Rhy asks, tilting his head curiously. It wasn’t called that back home. He’s very intrigued. He pulls Watts to sit so they can talk over the food his lover had brought him.

But the buttercup makes Rhy titter in delight.

“It seems we have overlap, my sweet one. Buttercups for us mean ‘you shine with charm’. Close enough. And yes, I am quite charming. I work at it.”