She smiled softly his way as he passed the rose to her. She took it and pulled the blossom to her face, gazing at him as she inhaled the floral scent. "Thank ye kindly," she wanted badly to call him her love, but she knew his reputation was important to him and therefore did not make that move. She had forced herself to be patient, but she wanted very much for him to propose someday. She loved her Bertie... In fact, he didn't know that she regarded him as such a name yet, for it wasn't one she would share with the rest of the world. She hadn't told him of her feelings as of yet, not wanting to be the one to say it first because of his particulars.

"Aye, me mistress had plenty o' fine fabric and gifted it ta me." She smiled, "She's a kindly woman. I tried not ta make it look too fancy, I ain't a lady in that regard and know me place in the world, but I did think ye'd like ta see me dress."