“Might be just about the stupidest thing I’ve e’er seen,” Cooper drawled, taking a small drag from his cigarette. He turned it over and tapped out a bit of the ash. He was sat on a wooden chair, eyeing the nature around him. He absently brought the cigarette back to his lips for another drag. It was pretty, sure. But-

“No one is gonna buy flowers in the wasteland, darlin’.”

He wasn’t lying. Opening a flower shop after a nuclear fallout may not be the best financial decision. But, hell, he’d support them either way. Even if it was a waste of money, if it made them happy, he'd fund it with his last damn cent.