"Poppy," he said easily, his voice adoring. "I love it. Don't worry. He took it put with care and placed it on his wrist, fixing the latch. "It's perfect."
Inside there was a succelent in a white pot, its leaves a pale purple. "I think they called it.. echeveria?"
She raised her eyebrows in surprise, her mouth opening into a wide grin. "Oh my god! Yeah, It's Echeveria ‘Perle Von Nürnberg’!"
"Mmhm. Really easy to take care of, too!" She sat down in the tent and pulled him closer, giving him a lingering kiss. "Thank you."