"Thank you," Sif said graciously.

"As for my flowers, these are roses, and daisies, of course. My peonies are already spent, but the poppies are still blooming, and the grape hyacinth--that's the little purple ones. And my climatis..." Sif continued to name off about a dozen different kinds of blossom.

"Why don't we go on inside. Are you two hungry? I could sure make us all something for dinner."