She laughs again, his voice seeming to shake her out of whatever stupor she's kind of lost in, and she smiles at him, still feeling ridiculously shocked by this whole thing. This is normally where she'd come up with some kind of smart ass remark and probably make him feel like an jerk in the process, but she doesn't think she can even do that right now, and she just shakes her head again. She feels like she should be sort of grateful for her apparent inability to talk, because at least it means she won't say anything shitty.

"It's good," she manages finally, looking at all the flowers, the table, the candles, and she has no idea how he managed to do all this or what the hell she's done to make him want to. "You're... how did you do this? When did you do this?" They're questions that don't matter and she has no idea why she's asking them. "No, forget it, you're amazing."