Toby was almost halfway to the butcher's shop before Miss Dawson's voice rang out over the loudspeakers.  He listened attentively as the headmistress announced that everyone had the day off.  Toby's soft smile widened into an unnaturally large grin at the news.  He could now go straight to the lake instead of having to worry about cleaning himself up after work!  He laughed out loud at his good fortune as he made a bee line for the lake.

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But once he was there, a creeping uncertainty reached his throat.  He looked around the lake and saw that many other people had made similar plans to Artemis, (Jace, let's not forget) and him.  It was then that he remembered that he'd wanted to find flowers for Artemis, and this cheered him up a bit.  He strolled into the nearby woods and started looking for suitable flora.  He knew that he wanted to find something bright red, to match the color of her hair...but what else?  Her eyes.  What color were her eyes?  He thought on it for a few moments.  They were orangeish.  No, that wasn't right.  Honey-colored.  A honey brown.

Now, Toby wasn't all too familiar with flowers, and he certainly didn't know of any that would match the exact shade of Artemis' eyes.  He briefly wondered if he could manufacture some using his own bodily materials...and once again laughed out loud at his foolishness.  Sure, he could do it, but how would she react to grabbing what used to be Toby's hand and inhaling deeply, expecting flowery scents to emanate forth, only to find no smell at all...or worse, realize that the so-called flowers were still connected to the end of his arm?

He shook his head.  His only choice would be to find [i]real[/i] suitable flowers.  He ventured further into the woods, away from the lake.