Looking at the flowers on her table filled him with something he couldn't easily define. Warmth and happiness, and something almost possessive - not dark, but rumbling and primitive. Now, at least for a few days until they withered, she had something that would remind her of him every time she looked. And then, he'd just have to buy her more.

He turned to look where she gestured-- and had no idea how to react. He raised his eyebrows and just stared for a second, before making a face. "They really make those? I--" he burst out laughing. "I can't decide if I love it, or if it's hideous." He stepped over and picked up the cooler, letting it hang from the strap over his hand, spinning a little so he could see the different sides. "It is rather apropos, isn't it?" He slipped the strap up onto his shoulder.

It honestly didn't matter if they stored the food in a basket, a plastic cooler, or a cardboard box. This was all about the company, and he knew Rogue understood that. He moved forward and offered his arm to her. "Yes, ma'am. Lead the way."