Riley blinks at her, unsure of how he's really supposed to respond because he hasn't had a customer yet who's said that they don't need to see the flowers they're looking to buy. He isn't sure if this is a sign of nerves or trust but either way, he figures he should handle it delicately.

"Well, we've got all the usual suspects: cream, rose, lavender, yellow, white. Are you sure you don't want to take a look at them? I promise they won't bite." He grins then. "They are poisonous if you eat them, though, so no sampling."