"Flowers?" Zatanna suggests, twirling her hat in her fingers before holding it upside down and pulling a bouquet of roses from it. She offers them to you with a smile, earning applause from onlookers in the dim bar.

She did a small act here every once in a while when she's bored and looking for attention. The magic she performed in front of these people wasn't that interesting, someone without real powers could do it. Bouquets of roses. Bunnies. Doves. She pulled an assortment of things out. She just hoped one of them was to for liking.

It's been a while since she's wanted to impress someone, even longer since she's felt this nervous. All the charm she was often credited for having suddenly evaporated in your presence. Her smile was too wide, her tricks slightly clumsy, and an unfamiliar flush creeping up her cheek.

Maybe you're allergic to roses and that's why you're not accepting her flowers. Or maybe you think she's weird. She's not sure which is better.

"I can give you anything you want, darling." She internally cringes. It sounded like a cheesy pick-up line from an old Rome con movie. Maybe she should perform her disappearing act.