"Right, tulips!" Michael rose both hands and with the flourish of a mime, acted as if he were writing on a notepad with quill to remind himself, "tulips for the lovely bookstore owner. Got it."
"A man has needs, Meg," he said in a hearty tone while thumping his chest, "And I just so happen to need you," he countered with a grin.
"I've not neglected! Have I neglected? I don't think that's the proper term.. I would say.. hmm.. maybe in more words.. that I've relinquished my presence from your eyes so that when you see me again, you'd realize you missed me. What's that phrase... Absence makes the heart grow fonder? So, how fond of me are you now?" the Ravenclaw graduate teased gently.