Huh? [Kanji glances at the massive bouquet, brow furrowing. Man, does he ever have a face just built for scowling. Even his confusion looks ferocious.]

Nah, man. I'm good. I got it.

[Is that the sound of the implication whooshing right over his head? It very well could be, unless the good doctor is offering to help him with his burden, rather than critiquing his floral choices.]

So... guess ya ain't here for th'flowers? Thought that was kinda the point of this place.