The vase nodded gracefully as they passed, and she laughed delightedly. He reached out and plucked the flower the vase proffered, tucking it behind her ear, and slipped the vase a few dollars behind his back. The vase bowed and retreated on stubby legs to sit in the corner and rearrange its roses. The violin strutted forward and leaned back, allowing the arch of its belly to barely brush its bow arm. The strings soughed softly, a question inviting a response. The man laughed and nodded. With a wave of its bow, the violin summoned an accordion and another violin to the table, where they played romantic music until the menu waddled out, its bow legs making it slow, pen and paper in one hand, napkin in another, wine list in a third.

Inspiration: Looking at a "nodding vase" for sale.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: This is a charming scenelet, but not a story.