"Chat!" Marinette screeched angrily, her cheeks painted pink in frustration. "How could you?" Chat Noir shrugged, too panicked to do anything else. His eyebrows furrowed and he found himself personally very confused by his own actions.
"I'm sorry Marinette, it's the cat thing!"
"I know but… Ugh!"
Marinette stomped away, slamming the trapdoor behind her. The superhero stood stunned. There was no malice in his lack of understanding her fury, especially since this was not the only cat like thing he was subject to while transform. Not to mention she had her ladybug like tendencies as well, including an inclination toward flowers. Which he had just eaten.
He now felt that he had to think of a way to apologize to her. She was within reason to be upset with him, but he wasn't sure what he could have done about it. Rubbing at the back of his neck, he leapt from the balcony and travelled along the rooftops of Paris back home.
Adrien was still thinking about this at school, and even as he was going home. While in the limo on the way home, the corner of his eye caught the color that blossomed forth. A flower shop caught his eye, and he made a note to visit it later on. Flowers always worked. At least, they did in movies and books. And they'd particularly work since he had eaten hers and should probably replace them.
Later in the evening, when his father suspected least of his whereabouts, Adrien snuck out as Chat Noir and into the alleyway next to the flower shop. Transforming back, he quickly bought a small bouquet of purple hyacinth flowers, and a pot of pink miniature roses for her flower box. He returned to the corner and transformed once more, heading off toward her balcony to present his peace offerings.
She was waiting for him.
Before Marinette could get a word in, he bestowed upon her his gifts.
"I'm sorry for eating all the flowers on your terrace!" he said, almost shouting. Her eyes widened in shock and she looked back and forth from the flowers to his face. He was extraordinarily nervous, which in turn made him undeniably adorable. With extreme gentleness, Marinette reached out for the lovely arrangement of purple flowers, and the pot of green and pink.
"Thank you, I love them both." She took a deep breath of the flowers, glancing affectionately at their beauty. "I'm sorry for getting so angry. I know you didn't mean to eat them. I was just so shocked. And I loved those flowers. But these roses are absolutely beautiful."
"I thought they suited you," Chat admitted.
They spent the rest of the evening in relative peace, having come to terms with their respective feelings regarding the situation. Shortly after, Chat Noir left into the night, likely headed home. Marinette sighed contentedly while walking down the steps into the kitchen of her home, intent on placing the flowers in a vase to preserve them as best she could. At the noise, her mother walked in.
Sabine cooed at the sight of the flowers on the table, and seemed to recognize them.
"Oh!" she remarked. "I see Adrien dropped off a lovely bouquet of flowers for you. You know, I saw him buying them just down the way."
Author's Note: In the language of flowers, purple hyacinth means "I'm sorry" or "please forgive me". Pink roses mean "perfect happiness" or "please believe me". I found them rather relevant.