Kelly nodded, giving some kind of imitation of a salute before taking the shears and heading for the closest rows. He didn't know a lick about flowers, let alone ones as delicate or specialized as these - his collection of pressed flowers was strictly from the forest, and he'd only snagged one or two flowers from the gardens on occasion, and all only because he liked the look of them and the gardeners hadn't caught him yet. But, he had a general feeling that if things looked different enough, he'd get what she wanted anyway.
Still, he took her warnings of cut clean and gentle seriously, and did his best. His rough hands may not be the best suited for this kind of work, but he could manage in a pinch. Five carefully cut flowers were the result, picked from what looked to his untrained eye as the largest groups. Better safe than sorry and all that - and he'd already upset her once this evening. Wouldn't do to look like he was purposely trying to do so again.
"Will these do then?" He asked, voice low - the house may be quiet, but he'd snuck on and off the property enough times to have some semblance of caution drilled into his head. "Do we need anything else?" Maybe it should bug him, how much of the plan seemed to be 'wait and see' on his end, but. Well. Like he'd said before, the plan was hers. He had no doubt she could've done this all without him tagging along in the first place. So, he'd take his kicks where he could get them and not put up a fuss.