The haggling session is long and hard, Rudolf as bullheaded as ever. He's actually a nice man, meaning you can always get the best prices at his shop, however if he knows you have the coin he makes it hard on you. However Amano, rather than being annoyed or growing impatient, takes it as a test of the skills he will need in the future. True, this is dealings with a man he knows and who knows him, by his last name at least, but none the less he feels that the challenge is enough to make it worth while. The broad shouldered man slaps him hard enough on the back to knock him forward a bit but he manages not to fall over. With the man's laughs echoing in his ears he quickly writes down where it will need to be delivered before slipping outside.

He doesn't see Illiendi on the street so he decides to wander around the general area until the demon returns. [i]'Well, that should be enough, and I do not thing Illiendi will begrudge me the few treats. After all, I managed to pay only 80% of what I had planned on paying for the amount I got! I think I did good. . . .'[/i] The smell of flowers catches his attention as he wanders past a cart and he stops. The vendor is busy with a client so Amano just stands by quietly and looks at his wears. [i]'I wonder how Illiendi is doing. He is amazingly talented, so I am sure he had little to no trouble. I wonder how much we will have left after this to do everything else we need to. . .I am sure it will be enough. He is smarter than to leave us with not enough. . .'[/i] His thoughts are fast and rambling, but as he toys with one flower after another ha can't help but smile softly.

[i]'I may not have wanted exactly this, but it is happening. I am going to go beyond what the world expected of me. I am going to be great. . . .'[/i] As the man finishes his deal with his customer he slides over to Amano almost as smoothly as a snake through water. 

“Well now my young sir, what can I do for you? A bouquet for your mother? A dozen roses for that special young lady in your life? All of my flowers were picked and treated carefully just the night before and will bring joy to the recipient for quite some time, guaranteed!” His cheerful demeanor seems honest and open and Amano can not help but laugh lightly as he thinks of gifting his mother with flowers. She may love the way they look, but anything less than the absolute finest of things often fails to move her. [i]'There have been times, but that was mostly when they came from father. . . .'[/i] 

Shaking his head he suddenly pauses, his eyes caught by a little sprig of white flowers almost completely hidden behind some sort of lily. The vendor's smile widens, recognizing the look of a man who's spotted what he wants. Kneeling, Amano brushes the lilies to the side carefully and pulls out the small sprig, and holds it gently in his hands as he stands up. The stem is about as long as his palm is wide while the many smaller stems one arched above the other leading to the small bell shaped flowers all lean in one direction, save for the top one. The top flower, twice as big as the others, leans the other way, the base of the white flower a deep blood red. Looking closely he can see the same coloring on the other bells, but only just barely.

The vendor slips in a little closer, sighing happily. “You have a keen eye young man. I don't carry many of those, they are a rare find and not many people care for them.” Amano looks to the man curiously. The man's smile shifts as if he's trying to appear mysterious. “Those there my lad are called 'Hell's Bells'. Not very popular as one could guess. This is a rare pigmy breed I've found at the base of an elm tree nearby, but don't tell anyone. If they are plucked too often, they may never grow back, and that would be a shame. They may be the only ones of their kind.” Amano nods, thinking of the only elm tree he knows in the area that the man could be talking about. It's near a shack that no one visits. It's ancient, and derelict, but the officials refuse to tear it down.

“So lad. Is that what you want? I can give you my special discount seeing as it's your first purchase, and that last one there is kinda small.” Amano smiles warmly and nods. He doesn't know why this flower appeals to him so, but he does know who he want's to give it to.

[i]'It may be kind of a bad joke, but I think he will get it. Most likely roll his eyes at me on the inside like he always done when I have acted childish. I hope he does not hate them'[/i] He's fairly sure that even if Illiendi doesn't like them he'll take them anyways and decides to ask him if he wants it, and see if he is ale to read the beast at all. The vendor and he haggle only a little, the young man far too eager to get back over to the shop to wait for his comrade to try for a great price. It only costs him a pitance and he thanks the man before wandering over to the bakery. He doesn't have to wait long, spotting Illiendi returning to him with and armload of something under his arm. 

Smiling warmly at the sight of his new accomplice he waves, waiting for him to come close enough to speak. “I assume things went well.” He eyes the crate, the jugs he can see just barely over the edge of the box makes him curious, however he wants to get the flower thing over as quickly as possible. Motioning off to the side he slips quickly through the crown to a less busy part of the street and turns to face Illiendi. His naturally shy nature kicks in and he drops his gaze for a moment before taking a steadying breath and looking back at the demon. Holding up the flower in a steady hand by the stem he says softly. 

“I spotted this at the flower vendors, and I thought it would be a nice thank you for everything. I know you are already going to get exactly what you want later, but I can not fight my nature.” His eyes dart to the ground again. “The vendor says they are rare, but he may be mistaken. There is only one patch of them he knows of. They are some kind of pigmy Hell's Bells, and I thought that was funny too. So, yeah. . .Only if you want them though. . .” He looks up carefully, wanting to catch the taller male's reaction to the gift.