*looks endlessly sceptical at this but accepts it with no more than an arched eyebrow* *gives your cheek a squeeze* You're pretty gay, bro. Pret-ty gay.
*glances at her watch* 'kay. I should get to work. How about I call over later with the plans of the Flower and whatever else I can find out and we can figure out how best to make it right? I'll even let you choose the tunes.