Bart wasn't really sure why he'd mentioned his feeling of being the scrawny, overlooked one to David, other than it had felt right. However, he hadn't expected to be presented with a honey-colored bloom that is like nothing he'd seen before. On some level he feels heat rising up, even as a more sober part of his mind is ready to complain about the cruelty of the floral trade. Just because they're dead plants doesn't make them less dead, and to chop off bits for a few days of decoration seems unreasonable.

He starts to speak, but instead of a strongly worded protest, all he really says is, "I'm not really a flowers kind of guy."