There had been a wonderful scent wafting from the windowsill, one that tugged at his heart in a way he couldn't describe. It's gone in a moment, however, and the yellow flowers there don't seem to be its source.
They're beautiful flowers, though. Apollo inspects them more closely, then turns to smile back at Will — this time as a much younger brunet. It's hard to tell when the change happened, but Lester doesn't seem to realize anything is different.
"What do you call those?" He asks, pointing toward the flowers.
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They're beautiful flowers, though. Apollo inspects them more closely, then turns to smile back at Will — this time as a much younger brunet. It's hard to tell when the change happened, but Lester doesn't seem to realize anything is different.
"What do you call those?" He asks, pointing toward the flowers.