Ivy… Of course. Llewellyn wasn’t really surprised to hear that it was her. Perhaps he should have tried to look a little more surprised, but some things she’d said to him about Harry had made him suspect a few things about the two. They were both his friends, and so that meant he paid a little more attention. “Ivy seems to have a lot to worry about and a lot that she seems to carry by herself.” He responded with a small frown, beginning to pick flowers with more purpose than before.

Yes, he was going to put extra effort into this. “But! In that case, a general apology bouquet wouldn’t be amiss if you’re getting her flowers, anyway.” He added, humming a little as he grabbed hyacinth ‘to ask forgiveness,’ bluebells for ‘humility,’ peony for ‘bashfulness,’ and a few olive branches ‘to ask for peace.’ He mumbled to himself as he picked them out, so Harry could get a general idea of what it all was.

The traditional Victorian apology special, as some might call it.

“Mmm… Right— Hold these a moment.” He held them out for Harry, expecting the man to take them without really thinking or waiting to see if he would.

Hope you can catch, Harry.

Llewellyn was focused, and looking for one last thing that was necessary.