"Gertrude? I don't think I know a Gertrude on the island," she said with a raised brow but a smile on her lips. Jenna couldn't help but laugh at his corny little line about the flowers. It was cute of him, though he was right, it was corny. Moving into the kitchen, she rolled up onto her tip toes to get a vase from above the fridge, her skirt inching up close to undercurve of her ass. Once the vase was in hand, she was back down on flat, bare feet and moved to fill it with water for the flowers.
"Well... I was thinking that perhaps we could watch Aladdin," Jenna replied with another smirk. Arranging the flowers quickly in the vase, she turned back to cabinets and got two wine glasses. "Red or white? And what smells so good?"