Little Shop of Horrors

"How do I passive aggressively say 'fuck you' in flowers?"

Bridget's flowers was founded by a college dropout in the prime of his life, sandwiched between a pet shop and sushi joint off Route 17 (Lewis suspected there was some sort of mutual agreement between the two in regards to unsold guppies) with seances held in the back room. Micheal walked through the front door, asking for that very specific bouquet. Things ensue.

Between a secret wedding for a DonnaMatrix, a mysterious dog, a cute boy, contacting the dead, and maybe saving the world? It's been an eventful couple of weeks.

The apocalypse has never been this fun.