"I was never certain on the timing," Champloo admitted with a completely unconcerned shrug. The sentiment was important, not the moment! "As for what I obtained for you, the table is merely a place to sit, so that I might serve you a meal I cooked with particular care and pride! The flowers, however, are yours to do with as you wish."

Really, she couldn't have gotten him a more delightful present. A picture that showed them together? She might as well have combined flour and eggs, for it was an excellent match!