Wildflowers, or someone's flower bed when they're not looking.

[It'd be an easier way to raid a bunch of pretty shit, but it makes him laugh.]

Maybe with spring rains we'll get lucky, find some wildflowers out in the hills. Wouldn't hurt to look. Maybe some on our drive, too, but only if we wind up drivin' in daylight.

[Hard to see flowers at night, after all. But once they get back to California that'll make things simpler. He can twist orange poppies into her hair, those things are everywhere.]