Beth laughs a little, her smile wan. Right now, it seems like such a sick-person kind of thing to say. Or maybe a drunk-person kind of thing, but those probably aren't all that far removed from each other.

"Flowers would make this place less...you know." She glances around pointedly at the full bedrolls, the darkness, the dank canvas walls. "Crappy. But I could bring you something else if you need it."