Tabitha takes his contented sound as a cue to sit down. Carrying both bunches, she sits down beside him, half on his knee with the flowers in her lap and her bag on one shoulder. She doesn't give a whit if his friends might be watching. ;)

"I think complaining about the weight of flowers would be too early a diva step, don't you think?" she grins, before looking at them. "Probably the textbook definition of first world problems."