[He leaves the cart and starts searching, before an arrangement catches his eyes. It's stunning to him, and fitting in the mid-autumn blaze of Virginia, at least to Adam. Bright red petals tinged with yellow at the edges. He reaches out to touch one almost reverently, and beneath his fingers he can feel some part of it respond. He looks at the tag and motions to Gansey.]
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These ones. Gaillardia. Blanket flowers.