"I would very much like to keep it. Thank you," she said with a small smile. For a moment she debated asking him to keep it for her to pick up later, so she'd have an excuse to come back, but that was silly. It was more than easy to put a protective charm on it and drop it into her small bag in the pocket of her cloak that had an extension charm on it. Perhaps he'd think her desperate if she made yet another excuse to see him so soon. Instead she summoned her cloak and pulled it on before tucking the bottle in her little wristlet with an extension charm on it.
"I think that sounds fine," she confirmed as he suggested apparition amidst the steady rain. Stepping to his side she reached out and took his offered hand. Again that sense of thrill hit her as his hand clasped hers and she looked to her right where he stood to see if he also sensed it. Surely it wasn't just her who had felt that warm jolt as their hands clasped? But their feet were lifting off the ground before she could tell how he felt when her small hand slipped into his.
They landed quickly, it had been a short trip, before them was a beautiful old Victorian glasshouse. She was immediately curious. It was clearly some kind of flower and plant market. It took her but a second to work out everyone around them were wizards and witches and that despite the busy bustle they were entirely safe. While that helped ease her nerves it immediately occurred to her that she'd never been to a flower market. Most of the time her maid or her assistant selected her flowers and if absolutely necessary her florist would prepare samples for her review. Of course you could easily work out what one did at a flower market but were there rules? Norms? This would explain his basket. She now had two things to worry about, what to do on a date and what to do at a flower market.
Her expression was one of pleasant apprehension as he ushered her into the market. "Alright," she said softly at his suggestion that they take a look around. She paused to gawk at the interior of the space, such an elegant place full of every plant and flower one could imagine like a miniature rainforest in the middle of town. It was rather spectacular and quite unlike anything she'd ever seen. Realizing he'd taken a step towards the nearest stall she quickly followed. Still rather taken by the surroundings she reached out to gently take hold of the back of the sleeve of his velvet jacket, barely holding onto it but keeping her fingertips on him nonetheless to not be separated like a hesitant child clinging to the hem of their mother's skirt in a new place.
Still processing everything and wondering if she should stop touching him she tried to work out how to comport herself. He was looking at some puffapod plants which personally she'd never been partial to due to their small petals and that gave her a moment to come to terms with what she should be doing. He'd asked her out. The whole come to the store bit was a ruse. He'd wanted to take her out. Whatever that meant to people these days. It was quickly occurring to her that she'd literally never been on a date in the real sense of the word. Her only going out experience with men was those choreographed on her behalf by her family and with her husband after they were wed. They had never dated though, well she supposed all the touristic things they did on their honeymoon were like dates but at that point it was too late to be a real date.
Declan was one of her oldest friends. He wanted to spend time with her, not engage in some bizarrely choreographed pureblood social nightmare. So she should just try and be herself and try to not worry about what he was thinking too much. They were already friends, he wasn't going to reject her friendship. If he also felt some kind of thrill and jolt of nerves when their hands clasped they would deal with that when they got there. Wouldn't they? For now she should allow herself to just enjoy herself, if she could.
"That one has a mutated gene," she said nodding towards a puffapod that was bright green and clearly unique compared to the others. "We had a piece in not too long ago about people breeding these mutated puffapods into all kinds of bizarre color combinations, quite the fad apparently, in home sheds." she smirked, "When hobby botanists go wild....I suppose." She wasn't quite sure she was any good at botany humor but under her cool exterior she very much wanted to not disappoint him.
Glancing at The Prophet's cover for today, she nodded. "Of course it is," she glanced over her shoulder to make sure no one was too close. "I'd say if it gets much worse we'll be in for some real trouble. You should hear what is openly discussed in the ballrooms of London. When I made my debut such talk would have gotten you quietly, politely ejected from the party. Now it seems it is the norm."
If they weren't in public she might add that the talk around her family's dinner table was even worse. It was a frequent topic around the Abercrombie family home that was for sure. Thankfully he had found a new bud to look at. Taking it with a smile she held it up to inspect. "I would say....it matches my outfit perfectly," grinning as she lifted the small buds closer to her face so he could see the blue-green bud paired closer to her emerald earrings. "What exactly are we shopping for? Are we making a bouquet or...?" Slowly she sat the vase back down and smiled up at him a bit self conscious of acting silly.
Then as she turned to consider the next stall, as a distraction from her own behavior, she saw a massive clump of flowers like she'd never seen. It had to be dozens of bouquets displayed together to make an entire stall appear to be full of bushes of buds. Periwinkle petals with yellow centers and smokey blue petal tips. "Oh Dec, look at those," she nearly gasped. Taking his arm she steered him across the aisle
As they approached the vendor waved at the flowers giving their name, Iris Sibirica - Peacock Butterfly Iris, and explained he was the only vendor with this variety in Ireland before turning back to his book. The flowers were unique and truly stunning, displayed as hundreds of blooms together. "I've never seen anything like them. They're perfect."
Reaching down she pulled a bouquet of a couple dozen stems from the basin they stood in. "These would be lovely in a bouquet with white and yellow blooms of some kind," turning to him the flowers cradled in her arms, their massive blooms practically swallowing her slight frame she smiled. "I pick these," she said before gently adding them to his basket.
"Actually, one could be quite handsome as a boutonniere, it's too early but according to my sources in Paris they are going to try and bring lapel flowers for men back in the spring. It's quite old fashioned and charming." she said thoughtfully. Gently she pried one of the stems with an almost maroon outer petal splay from the bunch. Stepping closer to him she gently held the stem up against his blue navy lapel to demonstrate the elegant selection.
Without asking she placed one hand on his chest to hold the jacket as she threaded the long stem of the flower through the buttonhole on his lapel. Again she felt that jolt in her as she laid her hands on him. Her bright eyes flickered up to his, he probably found her being this close and uncomfortable but deep down she hoped he enjoyed it. She hoped she made him anxious as he did her. Against his navy velvet jacket the flower popped beautifully. Gently she broke the narrow stem off so it didn't hang out from under his lapel.
"See," she said running her hand over his lapel to smooth the jacket, "You look very handsome indeed." She held his gaze for a moment, before moving her hands to her hips. She stayed close though, as close as they'd been in the vanishing cabinet. Being in proximity like this with him made her feel something she hadn't in so long she couldn't give it a proper name other than thrill. With a mischievous little smirk she turned her head away and stepped around him as if she was unphased, ignorant of the energy she felt between them when they were that close. It was an act, she had to play it cool if for no other reason than she was Farren Abercrombie...Rosier and what a let down it would surely be if she admitted already she liked being close to him again. "Yellow and white flowers next, and whatever else you need, then perhaps that dinner you mentioned?"