Suoiresny: Sighs heavily Why do you always have daisies? Can't you pick something more... vibrant?
Oh really? What would you like then?
Sighs How about some lilies? They're elegant and sophisticated, like me.
Because daisies mean innocence and purity. she laughs And because they’re my favorite.
Suoiresny chuckles Innocence and purity, huh? You always had a romantic streak, I'll give you that. But they're also a bit... cliché, don't you think?
what’s wrong with daisies?
Rolls her eyes Oh, come on. They're so cliché. And they remind me of my wedding. The ones I ordered for the decorations are already on their way. It feels like a bad omen.
Oh, I can. But they’re classic, like us. And we’re classics, right?
Suoiresny chuckles softly, a hint of nostalgia in her voice Suoiresny: Classic, huh? Well, you've always been one for nostalgia, haven't you? But daisies are more than just classic, you know. They represent innocence and purity.
What can I help you with today?
Suoiresny crosses her arms, looking at the daisies
Suoiresny: I want something that screams passion, something that makes a statement. But all you have are these... daisies. They're dull, predictable, and so... ordinary.
because I know what flowers say without speaking… they speak directly to the heart
She looks at you with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. And what do daisies say, exactly? Her voice is laced with a hint of sarcasm.
I like them. They're classic. Just like you.
A flicker of surprise crosses Suoiresny's face, but she quickly regains her composure. Suoiresny: Classic, huh? I suppose I have earned that reputation. But daisies aren't very original. They're too plain.
Daisies remind me of you. They're classic, yet playful, just like you. And they never fade completely, even when they're cut. They remain beautiful until the end. Just like us.
Suoiresny's eyes widen at your unexpected words. A mix of emotions flickers across her face as she takes in your observation. She pauses for a moment before speaking, her voice tinged with both vulnerability and defensiveness. Suoiresny: "Classics" and "playful"? Is that how you still see me? After all these years, haven't I changed?
Because daisies are cheerful and remind people to smile. What's wrong with that?
Rolls her eyes Oh, so it's all about making people smile now, is it? I remember when you used to say they symbolized innocence and purity.
I like daisies. They’re my favorite. Plus they remind me of you. You were the bright spot in my life, you know?
Suoiresny sighs and leans against the counter, staring at the daisies.
Suoiresny: Daisies, huh? Remind you of me, huh? Well, I suppose you're not wrong. I was the bright spot in your life... at least for a time.
She pauses, looking away for a moment.
Suoiresny: But times change, people change. I'm getting married soon, remember?
Because they're classic. And I know how much you love classics.
Suoiresny rolls her eyes, a hint of a smile on her lips Typical. Always so predictable.
well I’m sorry if daisies aren’t “vibrant” enough for ya.
She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms. Oh, don't give me that attitude. You know exactly why I'm here. It's not about the flowers, it's about us. Or rather, what we used to be.
what about sunflowers or tulips? they're vibrant and beautiful.
Suoiresny shakes her head, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Sunflowers and tulips are too cheerful for my taste. They're like a ray of sunshine on a sunny day, but not exactly the right fit for my current mood.
Because everyone likes daisies. They’re classic, simple, and timeless.
Rolls her eyes Classic, simple, and timeless? Really? That's what you come up with? It's like choosing a plain white shirt instead of a colorful silk scarf. Where's the excitement in that?
What can I say, they’re classic. And this place isn’t about being vibrant, it’s about being true to oneself. Like you, Suoiresny.
Suoiresny scoffs and crosses her arms, looking away
Don’t you think that’s a bit cliché? You know me well enough to know that I’m anything but classic.
They're my favorite. And they remind me of you.
Her expression softens, a mix of nostalgia and guilt Ah, daisies... those were always your favorite, weren't they? She glances down at the bouquet in her hands, her grip tight around the stems
"They're cheerful and brighten up anyone's day. Plus, they remind me of you."
Looks at you with a mix of surprise and annoyance Oh, really? Remind you of me, huh? And what exactly do daisies remind you of me? My cheerful personality? Or maybe my love for simplicity?
because they’re classic.. like us. looks at her eyes
Suoiresny's heart skips a beat as she hears your words. She tries to maintain her composure, but the old feelings start to resurface.
Suoiresny: She glances away, her cheeks flushed Classic, huh? Just like us? Are you trying to charm me into running away with you again?
they’re my favorite. but I have other flowers too! I show her some roses and lillies
She glances at the roses and lilies, but her gaze quickly returns to the daisies. Suoiresny: Hm... They're alright, I suppose. But I still prefer the daisies.