"I already have a lot of flowers," Spencer said thoughtfully, following Mikey to the table, "but you should feel free to try and come up with a something in particular that doesn't make me want to cry a little bit."
The table was a good one; quiet and tucked away from the rest of the place, with a booth seating sort of arrangement that meant they didn't have to sit rigidly opposite each other. Spencer liked the choice of sliding closer.
"Mostly I meant the kind of woes everyone has in zombie apocalypses," Spencer said, smiling slightly, glad for the opportunity to talk lightly of such things. "What with all the blood and groaning and lack of hot water and things. But I like this feedback plan, you should give me tips as well."