I like Digit's honest answer. It arrives with a friendly savor. I don't like flowerbug's questionable answer with an unreferenced affirmative and an allusion to an, um, melting. That's my natural response. I do recall the days of 1968. I painted my 1961 comet with flowers, and they never um, melted as times changed. Kept the flower car until repairing it got too expensive. I am considering painting my outback to match the tie-dye t shirt I presently have on.
As far as reaction goes, i went to a booth today, double masked, and gave the unmasked people in it a most pretty flowering cherry twig, quietly saying that i loved my mother, and I try to love your mother, and hope she lives long. that is why I wear a mask.
That will not, um, melt.
Call me Proud Snowflake.