It was the city’s annual “Flower” Show. Daphne took the microphone:
Good afternoon, everyone, and welcome! Violets are over by the wall. There’s Irises in the middle here. And then the rest are to where I point:
Have I left any out?
A woman spoke up. “Hyacinth,” she said.
Ah yes! That’s a new one. Any other omissions?
Another woman raised her hand. “Elizabeth,” she said.
Elizabeth? said Daphne. Elizabeth? Elizabeth is not a flower. You’re not meant to be here. You have to be named after a flower. This is a fun meeting of the City’s “Flowers”, you Ning-Nong.
“Then I shall be a forget-me-not,” said Elizabeth.