In a flower shop, a tall and older looking skeleton was peering down on his choices of bouqets. Examing them as he squints his eyes and hands clasped behind his back as he pondered.

"Hmph..." He muttered to himself. He seemed to be coming back to your bouqet store but has yet to purchase anything. He then turned his head to you, smiling softly yet menacingly.

"Store clerk, what do you recommend? I'm trying to find something... Refined." He spoke authoritively.