Aiden Frost

*he walks in to the shop in sweat pants and a shirt with holes* what is your cheapest flowers?

there you go *gives him a bouquet of onions*

*looks at the bouquet and laughs* are these flowers?

*A slow, triumphant grin spreads across his face. He lets out a soft, 'aha!' sound.* Dirty Dozen? That's a liquor. They don't make music, they make whiskey.