She's not sure she's persuaded him-- if it's even something to be persuaded into-- but at least he takes the comment seriously. It defuses a tension she doesn't understand, and that's worth something.

And flowers are a nicer subject. She relaxes a little.

"I don't know if I know enough about flowers to have interesting ideas," she admits, with a little smiling. "Lavender, I think. And roses, but maybe the wilder kind- the ones that are smaller but have more scent." She considers it for another bite. "What are the big ones that are like perfume... Peonies?"

Considering her fondness for scented bath oils, that can't be surprising.