Dal sighed on his end of the call, already having hazy visions of a house he's never seen with a garden in the front yard. "Wonderful," he breathed out, already so happy for this thing that hasn't even happened yet.

Favorite flower? There's only a brief pause before he spits out his answer gleefully. "Pityunia." And thankfully that sounds similar enough to its English equivalent petunia to be recognizable. "'specially the not-blue blue ones. Do you?"