radiostatic - proposal

It was a lazy day of doing Vox things. You sat at the dainty table you and Alastor shared, reading a book all about radios when you felt the faint crackling of static behind you. You didn’t need to turn around to see who it was or ask, you just knew. You thought he was going to step into your line of sight and say something, but all you saw was a small petal drift down onto the page in front you. And then he was gone. That mysterious stag.
Later that day, you were passed out on the couch from a food coma after a massive helping of jambalaya, wondering what he was doing at this moment when he strolled in suddenly, holding a massive bouquet of flowers. Flowers that could not be found anywhere in Hell.“Greetings, my wonderful picture box,”he purred, with a deviously genuine smile that made you feel like you were a schoolboy again.”I propose to you this delightful assortment of flora from the living world, gathered by yours truly.”