That's a secret. [ playful, he taps his finger briefly against their stony lips. ] But no, they're not the roses from my house. You'll have to wait until they bloom to see what they are. That's part of the fun, too.

[ it's a long-term present! With that, he retracts his arms from them so that he can set his bulb on the table, too. Then, he stands up, wandering back over to where he'd set down the camera and the photograph. When he picks it up to check its progress, he smiles widely, then glances back over at Cairngorm, beckoning. ]

It's coming out -- here, come look.

[ it's still a little dark, but it's developing: a picture of Cairngorm, standing there, blushing ever-so-faintly while they stare at the camera. It's not a masterpiece of a portrait by any means - Lupin hasn't taken many photos in his life - but, frankly, neither of them will know that. ]