Summary: A ficlet written in the throes of boredom. Sara asks Catherine an odd question. R&R PLEEZ!

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"Hey Cath, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure Sara, what's up?"

"What's the perfect date flower?"


"Ya know, if you wanted to give someone flowers on a date…"

"Oh…hmm…roses are always a classic. Tulips are my personal favorite…I guess it just depends on the person."

"Wait, why are you chuckling? How is any of what I said funny?!?"

"I'm sorry Sara, you just don't seem like the flower giving type."

"I…uh…I'm asking for my friend. See there's this woman she really likes and she wants to ask her out and she wants it to be perfect… because she's perfect…Um, anyway, thanks."

"Uh, no problem."



"Your favorite, right?"

"Yea…ok I'm confused."

"Oh c'mon Catherine, I wasn't exactly being the most subtle person in the world when I asked you about the flowers."

"True. I just never would have imagined in a million years that you liked me. We're always fighting. I thought you hated me."

"I've never hated you. I just thought you hated me."

"If you thought that why on earth would you ask me out?"

"Cuz I figured I had nothing to lose and something to gain by doing it."


"So, what do you say?"

"About what?"

"About what we've been talking about for the past 5 minutes Catherine. Oy vey, you're almost as bad as Greg sometimes."

"Hey-hey, be nice. I'm still in initial shock here." –inhales deeply and clears her throat overdramatically.- "Yes Sara, I'd love to go out with you."



"Okay…well. I'll pick you up around 7 then."

"Oh, hey Sara, before you go, can I ask you a question?"


"What's the perfect date flower?"


Sappy. But I just felt like being random right now. I'm tired. –yawns-