canon offshoot where martin writes strongly-worded letters to jonah and jonah smirkingly replies back and they become weird apocalypse pen pals while martin’s letters get angrier and angrier and jonah’s get flirtier and flirtier as he courts martin victorian-style
jon: er, martin? i found this envelope tucked into the tape recorder, it’s pale blue and… (sniff) rose-scented-
martin: oh FUCK, that’s for me
jon: wait, let me check it for dangers first. (perplexed) …dried flowers?
martin: (head in hands) jesus CHRIST
Three words: Victorian flower language. Jonah sends all these seemingly random flower combinations to signify his feelings and Martin is clueless. Of course, Mr Apocalyptic Google knows what they mean.