"What on Cybertron are those?"

Arcee tried her hardest to keep her grin from splitting her features, it was proving very difficult at the moment. Instead she smoothed her lip components into a cheeky smile.

"Really Knock Out? How long have you been living on Earth? You should know what flowers look by now."

Instead of replying he simply glared. Arcee brought the bouquet up to her olfactory sensors, hiding grin behind the vegetation. It looked rather comical in her hands, minuscule in size. But they smelt pleasant, and their colouring reminded her of the mech before her.

Dark, deep red, shimmering ruby when the natural light hit it just petals so... Sharp thorny stem, painful to the organic touch. Dangerous in theory, but Primus be damned was it radiant to look at.

She held the roses out at arm's length.

"These are for you Knock Out."

"Why?" Sceptical, but curious.

"Do you know what today is?"

"I don't know...the day that came after yesterday?"

"Oh, ha ha. No. It's February 14th!"

She waited for recognising, for anything to sink in. Jeeze, were the Decepticons so unearth savvy?

"Primus, Knock Out! Valentine's Day!"

"I beg your pardon?"

Arcee groaned, hunching her shoulders in irritation.

"You know, the humans celebrate the day to do romantic things for their partners and loved ones. Things like dinners, flowers and chocolates."

"And since we cannot eat chocolate, or have a romantic 'dinner' you used your brilliant deductive skills to narrow it down to flowers, hmm?"

Arcee glared.

"If you're going to be a smart aft about this then don't bother. Can't you see a good deed when you see one? I'm giving you a gift, from the goodness of my spark!"

Knock Out chuckled and plucked the flowers from Arcee's grasp.

"Relax Arcee. I'm being sarcastic. I appreciate the gift, though. They are a nice colour. You have good taste."

Arcee straightened and smiled sheepishly. Compliments were seldom uttered, so she drank it up like the finest aged vintage of high grade.

"You mean it?"

"Every word."

She crept further, and stretched on her tippy toes.

"Happy Valentine's Day."

She kissed his cheek, delicate and sweet. She jumped away just before Knock Out had a chance to rope her in for an actual kiss, and skipped away.

"Hey! That's not a real kiss!"

"You'll have to catch me if you want anything else then!"

The two wheeler leapt, transformed and landed on already spinning wheels. With a squeal of rubber she shot off, with Knock Out seconds behind, flowers safely in subspace.