[ he makes an appreciative sound under his breath, looking at the flower bed with bright eyes. he's drawn more toward deeper reds and creams himself, as well as being used to more orderly arrangements, but it makes sense Lily would like something both more colorful and chaotic than that. ]

It's beautiful. I can tell it's yours, too.

[ ...those particular shades, though...

he blinks, slowly, and then drags his eyes away. teasingly, to try to cover for the flutter of feeling inspired by his sudden suspicions: ]

...No lilies, though?