[Ah. Well, that would be a flower shoved at him, root ball, dirt, stem and all. Vander took it and tilted his head to regard the man in question. It was rare that he was the smallest guy in a room, so he was impressed to meet someone taller than himself.

He held up the flower by the root ball with the stem swinging dangerously close to falling over. He had learned about the occasion and finding it an odd custom but willing to play along, and this one in particular seemed to perhaps be stoic enough to need to lighten up? Who knew.]

I think this is the first flower anyone's ever given to me. Usually its rocks. Does this gesture come with a name from the giver, hmm?