We have a vase somewhere in the cabinet, give me a second. I don't want them to wilt... [She thinks it was a sweet gesture. She searches through a cabinet, and pops up with a crystal vase, and sets it in the center of the table.]

She likes you too much, is the problem. And she's worried that I've never dated or anything. My sister was all into boys from the time she was, like, twelve, right? So my mom thinks I'm weird.