Making what she hoped was a wry smile, Rowan looked at his blue eyes - dark now without the light to see them by - and spoke.

"I know I don't have to get you anything. Just like you don't ever have to get me anything. But I want to. It's... I feel like it's necessary? Only not because it is. But because... I dunno, it's hard to describe." Not that that would stop her from trying to, effects of the pot or not.

"You give me so much just by being with me. You make me happy, happier than I ever was before. You take me on little adventures with you, and... and get me to do things I didn't know I wanted to, let alone was capable of. It's like I'm... more who I am because of you. So every month that passes that I have the gift of you being with me, I want to mark somehow tangibly. It's important to me to mark the passage of time. Fucked if I know why."

It was all said with a kind of tone that meant she was thinking as she spoke, though her eyes didn't leave his while she did.