Of course he'd remembered, didn't live as long as he had by forgetting simple things like that. Aside from the milk and the wine, he'd also brought a bouquet of red and orange Shasta daisies, "Now I ain't sure what the rules on bringing another man's wife flowers are," He said, smiling faintly as he trudged into the kitchen, "But I brought 'em anyway." The smile was just a little more genuine then, "Figure it's the least I could do for you gettin' me out and makin' me dinner."