He managed to surprise her with his choice of music. It was lovely and soothing and rather perfect, she thought. It wouldn't impede conversation while they worked, and it was quite soothing.
At his words, Juliet flushed deeply, ducking her chin a bit. "Thank you," she murmured. She didn't want to argue the compliment, as her mother had taught her to accept them gracefully. "I'm so glad. It's not original, obviously, but it felt rather perfect for you." And it didn't seem to bother him that it wasn't original.
When she saw the pumpkin he'd created for her, she gasped softly, her eyes tearing up just a bit. "Oh! It's incredible! Absolutely perfect!" How could he show just how well he knew her already, how much he'd truly listened, with just a simple pumpkin carving? "That one will definitely stay in the house. I think I'll put it in my art loft," she told him. Which was definitely a place she wanted to show him before the night was over.