You're telling me to find a flower that reminds me of her. [Man, he's no good at this abstract shit...]

Wait wait wait wait - I'm not planning any love confessions! I want to take this slowly. [Because A. he's chickenshit, and B. he's at least fifty per-cent sure this isn't going to turn out the way he would hope.] But ok, romance. I can do that.

How do I do that? [Oh my god, he can't believe he's asking this guy, of all people.]