Kiki isn't much of a romantic, and she well knows that Obi isn't either. He isn't one for over the top romantic displays of affection, the closest he's ever came to those were the absolute control he often holds over his words, the playful flirting, the lighthearted banter. He's not perfectly done on facades, and it's refreshing.
It's so much nicer than the nobility's forced nature. Kiki doesn't care for shows of behavior; she's much more interested in the heart of the matter, not the cool nature that nobility likes to put on the most. Obi can hide his feelings, but it isn't under the cool façade of sophisticated behavior, but the way that he's struggled to open up sincerely to others. It's the way that he's learned to be protective, because no one has cared to see more than the surface.
But he does try to be more open, does try to let her in every now and again, which is more than some people care to do. Just, Kiki did not expect today; it didn't make her list of potential outcomes of dating Obi, whatsoever.
But here's Obi smiling, Obi that earns a decent paycheck, but not an over the top one, standing with a pretty white flower in his hand. It smells pretty nice, but there's a hint of mud dripping off the end of it. Like he just plucked it from somewhere random. Though Kiki well knows that Shirayuki would have killed him, if that was one of her herbs. She doesn't mess around with her herbs; she takes care of them.
The impressive thing is that it looks like all of the roots are still there, like he dug his hands into the mud or the dirt to pull it up, gently from the ground, and his hands aren't filthy neither are his gloves. Did he wash his hands before he came to find her? Or did he just use different gloves when he eased the plant up from the ground?
Kiki's surprised, but not quite as surprised as she'd thought she'd be. At least he didn't blow his whole paycheck on the flowers that wouldn't last more than a week or two. So, there's that. Just, this wasn't at all what she was expecting.
She accepts them with dignity as much as she can muster, "Thank you, Obi." Though her voice is so monotone that Obi might as well be flat lined.
"You're welcome." If he'd said, 'no problem,' she might have slugged him this one time. Because there should have been at least some sacrifice on his end, and not just an afterthought of, oh, I'll grab this for her.
It's the thought that counts, but it better be a genuine, more heartfelt one; Kiki feels she deserves that much at least.