When he's acknowledged York steps into the room, heading for the chair she's freeing up and circling around her desk to offer her the bouquet. A flush rises to his face as their fingers brush when she takes them -- a raucous arrangement of color and shapes that neither of them have probably seen before.

"I passed a market with flowers on the way here -- first I've seen them in this world, I couldn't not get you some. Brighten up your office."

He sits, then, folding one leg up, ankle over his knee. "How's your day been?"