Remember This?

Glory let the large book fall open on a pressed rose that looked so frail and so ready to fall apart if she so much as breathed on it, it would!
"Remember this, Djinn?"

"Is that the one I gave you, the last time I visited?" He couldn't believe she'd kept it this long. "I'm surprised it's not dust."

"That's because, every once in awhile, I put my hand over it and do my thing I do and voila!" Glory picked it up and handed it to him. The look on Djinn's face was priceless, she thought. "I'm giving it back to you like when you gave it to me, but I'll keep it, if you want me to and you can smell it any time you like."

Djinn took the rose and smelled it. He lowered his hand to the table, looking into her violet eyes. "You know - you're just kind of amazing? Can I keep you?"

Glory giggled. "I don't know. Can you?"