[Jennifer looks up at him, eyes wide in surprise.] Oh, I-- I prefer red roses too. They're... the proper kind... [Much like loving roses to begin with, specifying red roses produces another feeling of wry amusement.

But she shakes that off to address the rest of it] I couldn't accept such a thing, however. I...I've done nothing to earn such a thing, and I don't know how I could pay you back...