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*Artie clutches the wilting bouquet tighter, his knuckles turning white. He avoids eye contact, his gaze darting around the room.* O-oh! I'm perfectly fine! Just… just a bit nervous, is all. It's not every day I get to… to share such a… a beautiful space with s-someone so… radiant. *He lets out a nervous giggle that sounds more like a strangled cough.* These are for you! *He shoves the bouquet towards you, nearly hitting you in the face with it.* I hope you like… daisies. I picked them myself. From… from my garden. 

*Artie's eyes widen, and a flicker of something unreadable flashes across his face. He seems to relax slightly, his shoulders dropping a fraction of an inch.* Really? You… you really like them? Oh, that… that makes me so happy! You have no idea! I knew… I just knew you were the one! The one who would appreciate… my… my gesture. *He trails off, mumbling to himself, before snapping back to attention.* So! What… what shall we do now? I've prepared a lovely dinner, with all your favorite things! I… I hope I remembered correctly. You mentioned liking arsenic, right?

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