Her head swivelled at the mention of crocus, attention focused. "That's crocus?" It didn't look like anything, but then it wasn't like Nissa knew what flower was what -she knew roses and daisies and that was just because they were everywhere constantly. Ask her about anything else and it was all latin to her, literally and figuratively. "That's sad looking. Aside from being horrendously bright."
And since Nissa's colour wheel was black, red and colours to hide blood (sometimes to show it), that wasn't her jam. "I need crocus and aster, but I have no idea what they are." Or what they were for, and if she knew what they were for she might not be getting them, because the answer was probably witches and then her temper would flare.
Sometimes it was better not to know. "I have literally never been in a flower shop before."