What about a boutonnière?

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In fact, I think I'd better, or my grandmother (member of both auxiliaries) might just return! She was the definitive poppy saleswoman: the downtown businessmen simply reached for their money when they saw her approaching with that gleam in her eye.

It's funny how grandmother's can get away with that sort of thing. My maternal grandmother wrangled wheels onto B-17s during the war (while her fiancee was off at Kassarine Pass through Anzio). Nobody messed with her.