Alice arrives in the intended meeting place, quite puzzled. What on earth could Victor have for her? It wasn't her birthday, and they weren't in the habit of exchanging more than notes over their PINpoints. Maybe it was a situation like those butterfly wings he'd gained briefly around Easter? That had been interesting. She grinned at the memory of seeing Victor flapping about his little apartment, happy as a clam. (Though she'd never understood why clams were so happy. Maybe she ought to ask the Tweedles, they seemed to know about such things.) If he'd gotten something interesting from a LOL, this was sure to be --

Then she caught sight of him, standing outside his door, looking very nervous.

And holding flowers.

Alice stops dead, staring. He -- he had flowers? Were those for her? Why would Victor give her flowers? They -- they weren't roses, but still. . . .