As Jorch thrusts deep inside of Tahmmy’s hungry backside, Jorch mutters, “I was always told...bloom where you’re planted.” As Jorch withdraws, Tahmmy sharts out a rose bud. “I was saving this for Valentine’s Day, but your words moved me so,” says Tahmmy. A flattered Jorch holds the rose close to his heart, soiling his shirt with Tahmmy’s fudge.