Well, excuuuse their cuteness over here.

"Are shotgun wedding flowers inherently different from regular wedding flowers?" asked Summer. "Or how about try this." She cleared her throat, adopting some variation on Seivarden's accent that was not helping with the whole not-laughing thing on this side of the phone. "Oh, flowers by this afternoon? Certainly. What sort of arrangements did you have in mind? Aatr's tits! Hold on a moment! I just spilled my tea.'

Nailed it.