"Blue and yellow," Steve whispered at nothing in particular. He was making a mental note of her favourite colours. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Maybe this marriage wasn't so doomed after all. He'd always been a fan of blue, and he'd never minded yellow. It reminded him of the fields he often hunted in, covered in buttercups, daises, and dandelions. Yellow was a colour of the wild, and a colour he associated with being outdoors. He could deal with yellow and blue just fine. "I like blue," he added, meaning more his suit vest and tie than Rose's preferences.