His brow quirked sharply at the mention of marriage. But had he known the implication he would not have chosen differently; Zara had her preferences, and he saw no reason to discard them now. Still, it was cause for fresh discomfort in already unfamiliar territory. With a smooth, unstudied motion he slipped his hands into his pockets, rocking slightly back on his heels. "I hadn't really thought about it," he said, quietly amicable. "I had hoped for the water lilies, but I suppose I left that too long, hm." He gave a quiet sigh.
"I suppose a bouquet," he said, after a moment's further contemplation. "I assume that can limit your creativity a bit, being smaller. Could it still be..." He waved a hand in the same vague gesture that had frustrated countless attendants in years past. Navid knew what he wanted, and nothing less would suffice; communicating this to another was a different matter altogether. "Simple, and somewhat minimalist, but still colorful enough."