Don’t care too or want too and can’t find anyone to indulge with?
I know how to indulge myself just fine, Mr. Monroe.
I merely have better tastes than most.
I suppose that means all the kids are going to be running around town again.
Most of them just require proper nurturing and a mother’s firm hand.
There are plenty of places to meet people other than the bars. If you ask me you’re just jealous.
Me? Jealous? Just because I don’t care to indulge in your behavior does not make me jealous.
Well, that’s your opinion. But I know several other people who would say otherwise.
And how many of them don’t habituate the local bars?
What’s better than me?
Contrary to your belief, Monroe, you are not God’s gift to Storybrooke.
The world does not revolve around your pearl white teeth.
I should, but there is plenty of time for that later. Why would I want to do that when I can spend time with my favorite florist?
Because I have better things to do than indulge an indecisive man.
If by babies you mean me, than yes I am definitely noticing the change.
My, my, someone feels cocky. *smirks*
I was referring to my dahlias, who are near full bloom. But thank you for the compliment Monroe. Shouldn’t you be helping someone with your… ahem, large package?
Photo by Ivo M. Vermeulen
The New York Botanical Garden