"Half-assed cards and stripper balloons with frosting on them are not the way to do it." She said hanging up with his guy. She had better ones. Couriers, singing telegrams all those sort of messengers of new york they were all connected. She kicked off her heels and took a seat behind his desk thankful for the chance to stretch her legs. "Everyone is going to be out of good roses and you won't have a good arrangement so don't even bother. What you need to do is get one already made. You need one good bouquet that someone doesn't want because they're mad at the sender or a bouquet for someone who has already got a dozen or so, they won't miss them because when the sender asks them if they got the flowers they'll deliver some premade line 'oh of course I did, thanks so much.' Hey! Max, It's Wick listen I need you to hook me up. No not that kind of plant, I'm set for that..." She began negotiations which included flirting and a run sheet of what they already had sent back. "Hey, uh, guy. He's got some gabera daisies and sunflowers,cala lilies,some pink roses with peonies, a couple of unimaginative long-stem rose bouquets to Lady Gaga from her biggest fans aka stalkers. Do you have hard opinions about these flowers?"