[As practiced as he is with hiding everything, Pucci still flinches minutely when he hears a voice call out to him. It's easily swept back under the rug when he makes eye contact with Dextera, though; no point in being honest about anything when he could swan over and hold out the bouquet with an apologetic smile.]

For you, of course. There's no colour for tulips that means 'I'm terribly sorry for what I did', I'm afraid, so this was the next best option.

...Are you well? I know I basically asked this already, but-- you'll have to pardon my anxiety. I'm not typically in the habit of doing what I did to you, and I was half-hoping it was a fever dream instead of something I actually did with my own two hands. So...I'm also sorry for not seeking you out earlier. Now, what did you want to discuss?