There was a flurry of wind and then he was there, with a smile, and his eyes... his eyes were full of worry and love. For a long moment he stared at her, and then he spoke.
"Lois... I am sorry we did not speak before now, and I am sorry I left so abruptly. I won't do it again."
He brought forward a violet colored rose, and a small box.
"These are for you and... is that italian from Italy?"
His nose had picked up the scent and he peered at the table.