"Flamboyant?" she asked curiously, gesturing to the variety of house plants. "What about a Dragon Tree? The only way to kill it is to actually water it." Her fingers ran over the spikey tree in a gentle, knowing caress. "He just needs to spray it with a water bottle a few times each week."
Cara half-turned, smiling as he examined her work. This was one of the reasons she enjoyed her newfound talent; people responded to it in a way that was nearly alien to her. They were drawn to it -- and not because her father had a lot of money. It was genuine...and she found herself watching him with almost as much awe as he examined her arrangements.
"Thank you," she responded to him warmly. "It's nice of you to say. I guess it's kind of my calling, in some ways."