He startles at that - he'd meant to ask about the rose! Shifting Kimbra to one side, he half leans off the couch to pick the rose up from the table. He'd always figured it was fake from the lustrous blue until he'd seen a petal fall from it when Garry was hurt one time. He new the basics about it purely from observation by now - six months with a person would do that - but...

Settling back on the couch, he handles it like it's incredibly fragile. Like he'll one day handle a truffula seed.

"No worries, got it."

And Kimbra is keeping guard of him, too. He pats her with his other hand.