Wherever Dris was in the morning, waiting on his desk was an ornate vase of exotic flowers and a box of the multiverse's finest chocolates. Maybe several other boxes of candy, too. Nestled deep within the flowers was a note hot pink, lovely, womanly script-scrawl:

Dris, love!

I don't know what happened last night, but I wanted to let you know I am so, so, SO sorry! I didn't mean to, I swear! I hope these aid in helping you get better, and if you never, ever forgive me, I understand. I hope you like the flowers and candies, and I swear I will send you these for the rest of your life, until you forgive me.

Love, Duci

P.S. Don't be surprised if I grovel at your feet a couple times a week, or whenever I'm in your presence!