[ ...There's something about seeing a 59-year-old super soldier stammering and temporarily at a loss for words. A quiet giggle manages to escape, and the notebook continues to be ignored, for now. She'll actually get up to get a closer look at the new flowers, closing the distance between them as well. ]

Well, I don't recognize all of them, but I know lavender when I see it. [ She uses it for tea often enough. A pause-- ] Actually... you've just managed to choose all my favorite colors, haven't you? I could hide in this bush.

[ No, she couldn't, but she can't deny the allure of a nap among flowers. ]