Riza’s declining every bouquet of flowers he bought her had become a recurring joke in the past few years. When they moved into the attic of an old building in East City, inconspicuously together yet hiding less than they used to, she firmly thought he would immediately buy enough vases to cover every available surface in their tiny but bright studio.
He didn’t actually do that, but Roy kept on paying his florist a call. And for all the time they spent under the same roof, he apparently took great delight in putting flowers everywhere but in vases. Every time she came back late from the headquarters, Riza literally saw shoes, watering cans, saucepans and even his test tubes spring up to life as he filled them with plants.
Many thanks to @ageneralgeneric and @onnari for the needed and useful beta-reading !