Another frisson of excitement fluttered in her stomach. She told herself to behave. Draco was, when he made the effort, quite good at romantic gestures, for no other reason then to make her smile, so it could mean nothing at all, that he'd gone to so much trouble. It could mean he had something in mind- or not. After five years, she knew if she started getting her hopes up every time he made a romantic gesture- well, she'd have killed him by now, actually. The thought made her grin, impish and amused as she took her seat, draping her shawl over the back of the chair, and letting herself look at the obvious effort that had gone into the set up.
"You know, I'm going to feel rather terrible if I've forgotten our anniversary or something like that. Usually it's the man who mucks those sorts of things up," she teased gently, but she was obviously pleased thus far with whatever he was cooking up