Brooks was not the kind to dither over things like place settings and flowers, but if it was important to Mor, he could fake enthusiasm for a little while. He knew little to nothing about flowers, but as she asked for his opinion, Brooks debated. He was sitting casually in an armchair, only half-participating, half-reading, but put a marker in his book and set it aside.

"I've always thought purple a lovely color for you," he smiled slowly, warmly, something reserved only for her. "Seems appropriate for the season as well." He shrugged, only guessing a little. As the autumn moved into winter, the darker colors were more in fashion, yes? Brooks had always stuck to darker colors himself, but neutrals, like green and blue and grey. He passed Morrigan a look, one eyebrow raised as he nodded to her stepmother who was looking through some sort of leaflet; he hoped she would find something else to do soon.