Oliver was momentarily distracted by pulling over a rather massive box, which was also from Edwin, frowning a little in confusion at the sheer lightness of it. He settled it next to him, but glanced over at Edwin's words, peeking over to see what he was looking at. Reading the title, his brow arched upwards along with the corner of his mouth. He did redden slightly, but it didn't bother him, and he leaned over to plant a kiss on Edwin's cheek, then mutter in his ear. "I bet I know a bunch'a those already. I'll teach you later." He glanced down at the book again, then settled so he could work on the box, figuring that as much as he appreciated the sentiment from Kiley, a cute book probably wasn't the best incentive to say it randomly for the first time. At least not right now. Because witnesses. Not for the words themselves, but for all the things they'd undoubtedly get into afterward.
So, the box. He peeled off the wrapping paper and added it to the pile, and then upon opening the box, was bopped lightly in the face with a herd of balloons. "Ack!" The squawk escaped before he could help it, even as he laughed, and he lightly batted his hand at them. He could hear a peel of amused snorting from across the room, and figured that Jack was probably getting a good shot or two from where he was. Oliver ignored it the instant he saw what was on the bottom of the box. "Oh, baby, these are beautiful." He reached in and pulled out the lush, vibrant bouquet of roses. The balloons were tied to the vase, so when it moved so did they, which put a rather effective bouncy wall between himself and Edwin for a few seconds until he could maneuver the entire mass to a safe spot out of the way so they could be admired after sparing a second to smell them.