"Because you should always tell me things. I always tell you things, don't I?" He says, leading her down towards the kitchens, where there would be water and some sort of vase for the flowers. "I'd never keep anything from you." Not true, of course, and Abigail knew that, but the truth at the moment was not so important.
"Only when you're not there, of course." Harry nodded, "They'd be hardly noticeable if you were in the same room." He grinned then, and then seemed to remember something. "Ah yes, your present. I'll have to give it you when we're done with the roses."