Ryoji is that person who would buy a dozen roses, but rather than obligation, it's because he doesn't know enough about the meanings of other flowers, complementary colors or tasteful arrangement. A flower shop is a whole other world to him, but is one he enjoys being a guest of.

"You seem happy talking about it!" He laughs, taking a seat at the table on the side where the sunbeam cuts through the window and warms his back and shoulders if he leans forward just the slightest under the pretense of blowing on the surface of his tea.

"Is it something you can see yourself doing for the rest of your life?" he asks. "I can never imagine myself even one year in the future, let alone five or ten, so I'm just curious."