She stuck her tongue out at him again, definitely a challenge. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. She liked that about their relationship. They could fight like cats and dogs, and be okay the next day, as long as one of them manned up and apologized. She couldn't help but feel more confident because of it.
She chuckled softly. "Maybe." To her it just said he wanted everything to be perfect. Though... He could have painted the walls in cow spots and decorated with potato sacks and she would have loved it. Because it was the thought that counted. "Did you help him with the color? Or did he know I like green?"
First one eye opened then the other, as he chuckled. "You know you're cheating. And it wouldn't matter if they were. The lavender is from a candle. Not a flower." She pointed at the purple candle on her right.