These questions seemed to overwhelm Navid no less. There were many options, it seemed, and he had so little idea where to begin. He tried instead to think of what he had seen her bring home in the past; things she had pointed out or commented upon when they had taken short trips to gardens and botanical exhibits. It was a more difficult task, he now found, than perhaps he had expected. By slow degrees recollection returned to him, a jumble of ideas and memories collected over the years.
"Water lilies," he said. "Dahlias, calla lilies." His lips thinned as he thought, his black eyes turning heavenward as if the gods themselves might take interest in this self appointed task. He chuckled at his own hesitation, so rare in any other facet of his life. "I'm not sure what's in season, really. But I do hope that helps at least a bit."