Tisarwat's Voicemail.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

"This is voice message inbox for Lieutenant Tisarwat. Please leave your message, and I will hopefully be able to retrieve it, but this technology seems incredibly archaic, I just hope it works."

**BEEP**

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[1000yearstoolate]

"A potential customer got upset and hung up on me," Seivarden said. "What did you think?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"You?" said Summer, the sarcasm extra thick as if to make up for the fact that this wasn't a face-to-face conversation. "Upsetting someone? With what I assume was unsolicited comments on societal nuances that you don't understand or comprehend? Shocker."

[1000yearstoolate]

"How should I have known? Lucifer said something about shot gun weddings," Seivarden said, a bit defensively.

[somethingwithturquoise]

There was...a pause. Maybe some mild shifting. The sound of a suppressed laugh, probably not from Summer, and then a soft thwump sound like a swing pillow, then a nearly audible grin.

"Yeah, well," Summer finally said, "if Lucifer told you about how some cultures eat dogs, would you go up to anyone who had a puppy and ask what sort of preparation they preferred? General word of advice. You're the florist. The only thing you need to know about the wedding is what they want, what their budget is, where they should be delivered and when and what time."

[1000yearstoolate]

"People usually arrange these things well in advance," Seivarden said. "They wanted the flowers this afternoon. I had to at least know what kind of ceremony they were planning in order to make a good choice."

Yes, she had heard that muffled laugh.

[somethingwithturquoise]

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.

[1000yearstoolate]

"That's hilarious."

That was sarcasm, Summer, not admitting you were right.

"Clearly you're not of any help, so I'll leave you two to go back to whatever you were doing."

[somethingwithturquoise]

This, coming from the person admitting that she'd still provided a better explanation than anyone so far?

Suuuuuure.

Could Seivarden also hear her smugness?

"Glad to not be of any help," Summer sang. "If you need anymore not-help, Seivarden, you know where to find me."

Through Tisarwat's phone, apparently.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Bye, Summer," Seivarden said and hung up.