Jacob picks up the twenty and starts breaking it into change. He lays three fives and three ones on the counter. He wasn't sure if the change was to be kept, due to the previous conversation, but he let it sit in a way that Lazarus could take or leave it without creating any offense. He stares at Lazarus for a moment before deciding how to answer the new question.

"I suppose you could say that. My sister. Er, the eldest one. She passed away when I was a kid. Taught me my first steps in arranging flowers. I didn't get to show her a bouquet that I made just for her that day, with her teachings." He leans on the counter a little as he talks. He's used to questions about his looks, not his personal lifestyle. "She loved flowers, and I do my best with them everyday. That's why I'm here. Income doesn't bother me too much. It can be hard sometimes, but if I can help anyone, I value that more."

He gives a genuine smile this time, as he tosses the stem pieces into a compost pile, and gently cleans up the counter.

"That's a one hundred percent satisfaction guarantee, there. If she doesn't like them, bring them back. I'll make a bouquet with any meaning and flower for you."

He sets his business card before Lazarus, entailing a few of the store's detail on it.