Of the opinion that the florist would probably be able to work with just about anything, Brooks only shrugged helplessly. "Whatever you think is best," he concluded about the flowers. Surely it would look nice whatever was decided. Frankly he would have forgone the entire charade if given the opportunity, it wasn't as if he had many people who were coming. His surrogate family and a few friends, that was it. At least it was something. This was more for Mor, or for her family, whoever had deemed it more important. He would do anything she asked of him.

"I'm sure it will be delicious, I've always liked your cook." Brooks said of the food. He had never had a bad meal with Mor's family, so he assumed that they would know what to go for. Mor was right, they would be happy with whatever. Food was often an afterthought for Brooks and he frequented the Cauldron or other establishments for sustenance. It was mostly just for survival, not quite for anything else.

He didn't know quite what to do in order to get Mor's stepmother from the room, so he just looked at his fiancée hoping she would know what to do.