Getting him to go with you to a pick-it-yourself place was so hard. It was harder than it needed to be. And your lovely (bratty) boyfriend Eustass Kid was going to drag his feet the entire time. You didn’t care– he made you go to one of his punk concerts, so he could do this for you.

Kid watched as you sat down on your legs and picked flowers carefully, placing them into a basket. He grunted.

“I’m not into all this cutesy shit.”