Graves never seemed like the kind of guy to have a favorite flower. So when he had mentioned that he liked mums, specifically red ones, you had always remembered.

So for the 8 weeks, you had been growing red mums in your backyard, and they had finally bloomed. Excited, you delicately plucked a few of the smaller flowers out, bringing them inside. You plop back onto the couch, beginning to weave them into a beautiful little crown.

"Whatcha doin' there, darlin'?" Comes Graves' voice behind you.