Lily smacked his arm. “Fine, but we’re gonna circle back to that nickname later.”
Deacon narrowed his purple eyes into slits. “But what is a baby’s breath flower?”
“Only Tim can unravel a group of teenagers so easily,” Devon said with a sigh, but she was smirking. “Baby’s breath are those little white flowers used to fill wedding bouquets. Surely you’ve seen one of those?”
“Oh THAT’S what it is,” Kessler said real loud then laughed and shook his head.
Hunter’s jaw dropped. “Wait, the bouquet stuffing has a name? I thought those were like…weeds or something.”
“Dad.” Emersyn groaned. “You did not think the entire country stuck weeds in a wedding bouquet.”
Jackson shook his head. “I’m British and even I knew that. And I’ve never been to a wedding.”
Braison scoffed. “Says the guy with a designated family flower who doesn’t have to pick one.”
Jackson opened his mouth and then shut it. “That’s fair. I’ll allow it.”
“Yo, B.” Easton leaned around Uncle Tim. “What’s your favorite flower?”
Red rose. Always has been. “Um…hmmm…good question…” But I didn’t want to say it because everyone would think I only like it because of Jackson.
“Bettina Hope Proctor Blair, if you lie to them right now…” Tegan closed her eyes and shook her head.
Jackson frowned. “And I’d know you were bloody lying so out with it woman.”
I threw my hands up. “FINE. Red rose. Always has been.”
“Ha!” Hunter laughed and then shrugged. “I knew that.”
“I knew that too.” Easton grinned, completely unabashed. “Just wanted to make you say it.”
I formed a snowball in my hand and chucked it right at his face. “What’s your favorite flower, Easton?”
A devilish grin pulled at his lips. He looked to Lily beside him and wagged his eyebrows. “Lilies.”
Lily looked him in the eye…and pretended to vomit.
“That’s cold, baby.” Easton shrugged. “It’s okay, I like it.”
“Obviously my favorite flower is a lily and I refuse to choose one specific type.”
“I like sunflowers,” Chutney said with a cute lopsided smile.
“I like black flowers,” Henley said with a wink.
Royce frowned. “I have the sudden urge to write this all down.”
“I’m gettin’ it.” Bentley held up the locket. “I have no idea my favorite. I’ve never thought of it.”
“Mine’s calendula. Looks like an orange sunflower.”
“Naturally.” Henley grinned. “When that’s dried into herbal form it’s used for fire magic.”
Saffie leaned around Haven to Tegan. “What’s your favorite, Tegan? Something useful to your magic?”
I scoffed. “Tegan refuses to pick favorites in anything.”
Tegan shrugged. “Accurate. I just don’t like to be tied down.”
Haven scowled and everyone lost it. He didn’t even say anything but everyone laughed.
Except for Hunter, who looked disgusted as he shook his head.
“Why does every conversation have to go there?” Cooper groaned. “We were talking about flowers!”
“What’s your fav, Coop?” I asked to try and move the subject back in the other direction and away from all the gross visuals of my brother I did not want.
“I have no idea. But now I feel the need to figure it out.”
“You should,” Saffie said and her voice sounded like windchimes. “Everyone should have a favorite flower, or a few favorites. Just having them around can really brighten your mood.”
Royce gestured to her. “SEE. Finally someone speaks my language. Don’t ever leave me alone with these animals.”
“I used to tell all the boys in school my favorite flower was the angel’s trumpet,” Devon said flatly. When everyone turned to her with confused expressions, she just shrugged. “You won’t believe how many almost died trying to bring them to me.”
Tegan threw her head back and cackled like a Disney movie villain.
Henley covered her mouth with her hand but we all saw her shaking with laughter.
Hunter’s face fell. “Is that what happened to them?”
Devon flipped her dark hair over her shoulder. “I was the first and only girl in the Swords Suit and they wanted to ask me demeaning questions about my favorite flower—”
“SO LET THEM DIE,” Tegan shouted between cackles. She actually had turned red and had tears in her eyes.
Jackson pointed to her and looked to Haven. “Are you not worried about that?”
“The answer to that question is always yes,” Haven said with a sigh.
Constance shook her head. “I think we’ve lost everyone at this point, Tim.”
He chuckled. “Oh, I’m enjoying myself immensely here.”
“Wait, D,” Royce yelled and snapped his fingers. “I don’t even know your favorite.”
“I like the ones the florist makes.” He grinned. “Oh and the ones that come in those balls?”