"Probably not," Abby admits with a laugh, taking the vase over to fill it with water, then setting it on the counter to arrange the roses. It is a few minutes before they are arranged to her liking, and she looks back to him with a smile.
"You flatter me, love. But you're right. I certainly cannot think of a time when you have not." She picks up the vase and moves back to his side. "Has anybody offered you a drink, or any food yet?"