He frowned down at the flowers, as though they were calling him out on what he'd done, and how arrogant he'd been about it. He'd have to grow a culture in order to really appreciate Floriography, but he could appreciate his friends. He totally owed Llewellyn a beer. The flowers weren't going to make or break the situation anyway. Harry was able to do that all on his own.

"Well, here's hoping I can land the delivery and do them justice." Because they were pretty, at least he thought so, and that counted for something.