The smell of flowers fills the air in the elevator at the Harris County Criminal Justice Center. Is it love . . . or is it The Gruff Marshmallow bringing flowers to his number-three prosecutor for, in her first felony jury trial, convincing a jury to give the defendant a life sentence for DWI?

For something that’s so wrong on so many levels, I think it’s kinda cute.

[Edit: I’m reliably informed that there were other, less wrong, reasons for the gift of flowers. Still cute, though.]