He wasn't particularly sure what 'mais' meant, but the way she paused and looked away as if in thought had him arching a brow slightly at her. He shrugged it off, however, when she continued to speak.
"It doesn't have to be a tulip," he smiled. "I think I'll be satisfied with whatever flowers you'd like to show me." Evan wasn't so much interested in the flowers if he was being entirely honest. He liked them alright, but he was a man and men didn't really care much about flowers. They were pretty and they were nice when you wanted to show someone you loved them, or that you were sorry. A good way to beg forgiveness from your lover or family members - the female ones - when you had done something stupid or inconsiderate. That was really about as much as he knew about flowers. Aside from the ones that helped to comfort people in the funeral home.
The last thing on his mind now, however, was the funeral home.