Garrot is a doctor, a man of science, a man of the stage, so he's a little disappointed in himself that he pauses and stares for a second before awkwardly taking the flowers and sliding them into the breast pocket on his suit jacket. It's weird, but it's not that weird. Babies are weirder than this.

"My name's Garrot and, uh-" he blinks for a second, processing the phone doing the talking instead of the person. But then curiosity starts to overtake him. "Do you have a sore throat? I'm a doctor, I could probably take a look at that if you want."

And then his curiosity gets worse. "Wait. Are all those boxes filled with flowers, too? Are you like a florist or something?" Garrot's eyes squint for a second as he glances at his pocket and then speaks with parental-worry kind of urgency as his eyes grow wide. "Do you need these flowers back?!"