by An Ordinary Man (the novel)
Liz pushed the vase away and studied the arrangement. Not too long ago, he would have said something smart like that she had put two blue ones next to each other and she would have flicked water at him.
He looked at the arrangement as well. “Um, you have two blue ones next to each other.”
“Since when did you become Mr. Ikebana?” she retorted.
“I’ll have you know I was once a Grand Master of ikebana.”
“I think you’re thinking of chess.”
Ikebana (生け花?, “living flowers”) is actually pretty cool as well as fun to say. I can’t pretend to know anything about it. But Liz was almost certainly misusing the term because it has to do with far more than the color arrangement. Richard knew that, having been to an ikebana exhibit at the local museum but was happy to be teased, so he kept his mouth shut.