"Totally cool," Poppy reassures the other girl with a nod. She felt kind of bad because whenever this Luke kid decided to come home, they would most definitely no longer be cool. But that was tomorrow, this was today.
Poppy tried to find a vase in the apartment, but failing to do so (this was a boy's apartment after all), she settled for a glass pitcher. What use did a boy have with a glass pitcher? She didn't even have a glass pitcher. But then again, her whole entire life fit into a large backpack.
"Mmhmm," She nodded, a little distracted by arranging the flowers, "Oh, I'm just here to help him out around the house and what not. I'm trying not to be much of a bother." At least that much was true, she hadn't even attempted to touch the mess that was his bedroom. Then at Bunny's concern she shook her head, "Well this was supposed to be a surprise. I'm sure he's just living with a friend for a while so he can have some help or whatever for a while. I don't have a cellphone, so I haven't been able to contact him but I kind of assumed he'd come straight home too." She shrugged, but inserted a fair amount of concern into the last statement. This was harder than she remembered.