She smiles and looks up at him when he stood up, still trying to push back the feelings that had been swamping her a moment earlier. She doesn't really want to look at the flowers, but she will.
For a moment, she's drifting on the striking thought of him in the shower, but she pulls her mind out of that gutter, "Yeah, definitely," she says, giving a nod for good measure.
Within a few moments...she's alone again, and finds herself sitting there with the same pictures as before, just as lost as she was then...perhaps more so. But she knows that tomorrow, she'll go looking for her wedding dress, and it will be white because it's not Halloween yet.