[ He catches her hand, pressing it against his cheek with a fond smile. ]

I don't need to see it to know it's perfect. Thank you, Hilda.

[ he leans in to brush a kiss against her lips, even as he gives a soft chuckle. ] Although now I feel a little silly not bringing you a gift or flowers or something. I can... make you lunch?

[ There's a playful teasing light in his eyes, because he knows that's not the point. But she's not the only one who always worries over being worthy of this. ]