Trust her, Stiles, she knows it's a rose. But as this is a hang-out and not a date, acknowledging that it was a rose, the pinnacle of romance and feelings and all that mushy stuff, would have been weird.

"Lovely- can you grab me one?" She smiles, leaning back against the counter, and finishing off her glass of wine. "Not yet- I've got lasagna in the oven, and I'll put some bread in later for garlic bread, and the salad comes last, so we've got time." She looks over at her pipe.

"Want to smoke?" She gestures.