Rogue had picked out her outfit with an old-fashioned, classic look in mind, trying for something reminiscent of the days in which he'd lived before. For a few minutes, she'd contemplated trying to find something that was of a vintage design as well, but she worried that might be too much for him - she didn't know what the woman he'd loved had worn, and she didn't want to bring up any painful memories for him. Today was going to be difficult enough without her help.

Seeing the way he looked at her made her heart skip a beat. Everything in his expression said that he found her attractive, she could see it written on his face, and that made her truly feel attractive, which was something she hadn't experienced in a while. It was nice, and the feeling buoyed her spirits even higher.

She took the bouquet from him delicately, rolling her eyes at his words. He was a troublemaker in the best ways, and she loved him for it. Tracing her fingers along the variety of petals, she studied each type of flower for a moment. The selection didn't blend as well as a normal bouquet from a florist would, so she assumed he'd picked each one out himself. Steve wasn't the type to go for looks alone, so... "You picked them out for their meanings, didn't you?" she asked him quietly, her eyes still on the blooms. "Daffodils are new beginnings, I remember reading that somewhere. What do the rest mean?" Dark eyes rose to watch him expectantly, eager to hear about the beautiful gift he'd given her.