He'd never been in a situation like this before. Nothing was actually wrong, for once; no immediate dangers, no threats against himself or his friends, not even a mission to go hunt something. It's just giving flowers to a girl he likes. How is this so hard?

But of course she finds him right then and there. And damn, if this is one moment where he can't come up with anything witty or clever, any remark that might deflect away from him looking so frazzled.

"Yeah. Heh, I uhh...well. These flowers grew and..."

There's a reason why he uses his brain as little as possible: it complicates things. Despite all this time spent trying to be charming or charismatic, the most he can think is to suddenly hold out the flowers, offered in an awkward, earnest gesture that he can't think to accompany with anything else.