[ Lestat raises his eyebrows at that, apparently very surprised that anyone might not be interested in being hip, but fast recovering at the mention of being inspired. It's as if this man has uttered an ideal phrase, one that activates the romantic in Lestat, and his eyes sparkle with the delight of a challenge. ]

Red, certainly, to define love, but I've always been partial to an arrangement of mixed colours. It denotes a little more intrigue, you know. A little more effort, too. The red ones are for love, yes, but The Flowers of the Gods don't limit themselves to just one such facet of communication.

Pink are for gratitude rather than friendship as with most other pink flowers, and the farker colours, the purple ones, or often ones dyed blue, symbolise a love for impulsivity and romantic impetuosity. They're a personal favourite of mine.

[ Which makes sooo much sense if you know him even slightly well, but anyway. There's a few carnations dotted around, and Lestat gestures to them with a hand as he talks. ]

And then orange symbolise enthusiasm, fascination, desire; I can already see these deeper colours accenting the bright red ones perfectly. Add a few leaves, some sprigs of eucalyptus and some smaller, more delicate flowers, and you'd have a perfect bouquet that really pops.

[ He likes saying pops too, evidently. ]

Tell me, are these to be given to your intended before the upcoming Gala? Or is this an unrelated celebration?