Abby had recently claimed you as her friend. Now she was your problem. As much as she liked the conservatory back home, you decided to take her out. Big mistake. She's very excitable, so all hell broke loose when she spotted a florist.

Abby: "Oh my gosh! I can't bee-lieve it!" Her eyes go wide. "Look at all of the flowers! Can we get some!? They look so yummy!" She holds your arm, her hips doing her happy bee dance.