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Honeysuckle was happily making a few arrangements for clients. The winter season was always such a nice time to surprise someone with flowers. Once he was satisfied he decided to water his little babies that were in the front window. His horn began to glow as a watering can floated into the air. He filled it at a tall sink built just for him and then began watering. Ah his lovelies were thirsty! Keeping the shop at a good temperature despite the winter cold tended to dry them out a bit. One particular pot sitting next to his white flowers looked bad. He set down the watering can then approached his flowers. Lowering his head until his nose almost touched them his horn glowed again. The flowers themselves flowed and slowly filled with life. Honey smiled. He couldn't prevent them from dying, they did that even looking lovely, but he could keep them beautiful. As he finished he looked up to see a pair of orange eyes looking in. It was one of the babies, one he hadn't seen before. He smiled and nodded to the boy as if asking if he wanted to come in.

Honey watched the little one get ever so excited about coming in. The babby already had it's cutie mark, a lovely hydrangea from the look of it. He smiled, remembering his own bouquet appearing on his brown rump. But the small unicorn colt seemed a little unsure as he entered. Really was he that intimidating? He chuckled and continued watering with his magic as he spoke to the little one.

"Come in little one. Come out of the cold," he walked slowly over. His long black hair flowed like water, he kept it well groomed. His voice was a deep baratone, almost with a purr in it. "Why thank you. I do try. With it being winter I had to move most inside so I could keep them until the spring. Then I can replant them outside in my garden. I am Honeysuckle, what is your name little colt?"

Honey smiled as the colt told him his name. Another phony named for a flower, and appropriately given his little cutie mark. This must be one of Yawn and Tangle's children given his colors and his name. It would be nice to have another phony around who loved flowers as much as he did, or at least plants.

"Ah a lovely flower Hydrangea. When given to another it stands for thanking someone for understanding. Or vanity," he chuckled, "All flowers have a meaning. My own means generous and devoted affection or sweetness of disposition."

He watched as the boy gazed around at all the flowers, speaking of the plant he was growing being lonely. Ah he agreed, flowers should always have friends around. The more the merrier. He did notice the boy staring at a certain pot of white flowers. It seemed the colt wished to those to keep his plant company but sadly that was not to be.

"If you wish the white flowers I am sorry Hyd. Those are already sold to another customer. They will be picking them up today," he wondered how the colt would react.

Honey looked down at the demanding little colt with a soft expression. It took a whole lot to get him riled up but he was also not so easily moved. Perhaps a life lesson was in order here. He had shown his neice now he would show this little one. Perhaps that was his best element.

"They were ordered over the phone and paided online. The customer hasn't seen them yet, merely taking my word that I knew what flower is best. Perhaps if they don't like them you can take them home," he said in his deep rumbling voice. However Honey knew the reason behind wanting the flowers. He wanted Hyd to see why flowers could be so important to others when given, rather than kept for one's self.

A few minutes later said customer came in. It was a boy with his father. Honeysuckle greeted the humans who were in awe of him for a moment before he showed them the flowers he had picked. The boy leaned forward and took a sniff and smiled.

Honey looked at the small human, "Your discription was a bit vague but I was able to come up with these. I hope they are for the purpose you require. Might I ask why these flowers?"

"They are perfect Mr. Honeysuckle. Grandma will be so happy," he slowly touched one of the petals, "She's blind now and grandpa is gone so she's all alone. She and I use to look at pictures of him together, but we can't do that now. But she always remembered the smell of her favorite flowers. There was one pressed in one of her photo books. Grandma says whenever she smells them she see's all the places she's ever been with Grandpa in her head. She didn't need her eyes to do that."

Honey smiled at the boy's explination but side glanced at Hyd. He wanted to see what he would say. He lifted his head to the young colt as if he worked at the shop also, "Hyd, would you like to wrap them so they can take them home?"

The small boy's eyes were just as wide at the small unicorn. He thought he looked so cool! He peeked around the corner watching Hyd as he made up the bouquet, his father not admonishing him as it was innocent curiousity. He chuckled and and shook his head good naturedly at Honeysuckle.

Honeysuckle chuckled at the two young ones, they looked a lot alike all of a sudden. He smiled at the father, understanding his meaning. But he nodded as the young one prepared the flowers and handed them to the boy. Hyd was learning a very important message now.

The little boy smiled so big his face hurt as he looked at Hyd. "Gosh thanks little unicorn! All the phonies here must be as nice as you two! Grandma will be so happy!" he beamed and gave Hyd a hug then hugged Honey's leg. Finally he and left with his father.

"That was very generous of you Hyd. You have made more than one person happy by doing that," he smiled at the small one, "Generosity has many rewards, both for the person giving and the the person recieing."

"Yes, that is the wonderful feeling you get when you are generous. And flowers are something that should always be shared. So I see a great deal of generosity in our future," he smiled at the small one. The colt had learned one of the important lessons of growing up and he was glad he helped.

"You are welcome Hyd. Now why don't you help me clean up around the shop. Some of the lower windows need to be washed so the sun can reach the plants," he showed Hyd some of the things he did to keep his plants healthy by taking care of his own shop.