Curling her arms around him, Dagny smiled as she spotted the flowers on the table where they were resting on top of the property listings from the Sunday paper that she'd set to the side to browse sometime.
"Mm, it does," she agreed, kissing his smirk. "There's still plenty of hot water if we need it later." Living together meant there were plenty of opportunities and Dagny hadn't regretted moving in for a single moment. "But dinner first?" she suggested, eyeing the bag on the table.