Hey Maria. Not much, oh, just thought I might owe you a little something for putting up with me.

[By which he means "putting up with me when I'm grumpy as crap, which usually is all the time." But he's not going to put that into words just yet. He is, however, going to put the arm with the yellow-gold rose bouquet around her shoulders, stopping just short of whapping her in the face with the flowers.]

These're for you, by the way. I hope you read up on what to do when you get flowers!