JayCee nodded. "They remind me of my mother. She always had white roses somewhere in the house. Eventually my father built her a green house and she started growing them. Along with some other things but I always remember the white roses. Never red, pink, purple or any other color, purely white." She smiled a little as she remembered. Her father would even buy her white roses though he would have much rather bought her red roses. "When she died her coffin was filled with them. I used to come in her and buy one for her every week and put it on her grave with my brother, but then things happened and I got busy." She turned back toward her partner but her smile had disappeared. It was clear she was remembering the events that took place in her past but after a minute or so she shook the thoughts out of her head and her smile returned. "So your running the shop by yourself? That's cool."