[ She grins when he reminds her that he's a little limited when it comes to her references and commentary at times. She takes pity on him as she slides into the cab and takes the flowers from him.] They put sexy men on calendars in my time. Their portraits-- [ she uses the bigger, more obscure word.], one for every month.

[ She looks at the flowers, looking quite impressed with them before she looks back at him.] They're beautiful, thank you. [ She touches a few of them buds before he asks his question and she feigns a pout, briefly, only to lean in and plant a playful kiss on his lips.]

No way. I can rock any look I want. [ And she really can, minus that weird short bangs phase she went through.]