"Got it in one," she agrees with a grin and she knows better than to just reach out and start touching things in a place like this, but the flowers are so pretty and some of them look downright soft and she has to clench her fingers tight for a moment or risk probably ruining something delicate.

"So I'm not even here to be that weirdo who like, checks up on her friend's significant other," she admits. "I mean, I totally am that weirdo, that's absolutely something I would do, but this time I am legitimately here for flowers."

She might as well be honest about the shit she does. It wouldn't surprise Jessica, she's sure of that, but Elsa doesn't know her at all.