At the mention of getting more flowers, Freya smiled. [color=0072bc][b]“So, this means I can expect more flowers from you, James?”[/b][/color] She teased. As he answered her questions, she nodded. [color=0072bc][b]“Ah. Right. Well. In a really selfish small way I am glad I’ll still have you to myself this weekend.”[/b][/color] She giggled. She looked up, curiously. [color=0072bc][b]“You what?”[/b][/color] She took a moment, and then grinned. [color=0072bc][b]“Well of course you can get another one, silly. All you had to do was say something. You know I don’t mind getting you anything. And neither does Daddy for that matter.”[/b][/color] She was right though, the Von Rykers spared no expense for their workers to make sure that they were always comfortable, and happy.

Freya did find it a bit odd he had never had his hair styled, but then feigned a gasp in teasing. [color=0072bc][b]“Not stressed or worried. Not James!”[/b][/color] She was being over dramatic, and placed her hand over her chest. Excited that they would get to decorate his apartment, she squeaked in delight. [color=0072bc][b]“Helping James decorate, get new cutlery stuff AND a new outfit? This day rocks!”[/b][/color] She giggled, and as she pulled James out of the bathroom, she looked around her room. [color=0072bc][b]“Uhmmmm, do you know what the weather is going to be today, James?”[/b][/color] She asked, pulling off her sweater that was covered in the labors of this morning’s work, wearing a tank top underneath, careful not to mess up what James had already done to her hair. She moved to her closet, waiting for a forecast from James, and took into consideration what he himself was wearing.