Mindy is not so easily distracted. She knows she looks hot, it's the one aspect of tonight she's managed not to screw up — though she's sure there's remnants of the flour catastrophe in her hair.

"Practice?" she echoes with a shake of her head. "Oh, no. This was a one time thing, babe, and it failed."

Not that he needs to be reminded. She makes grabby hands at the flowers, because the gesture really is so sweet, and while candy is the preferred gift, they do lift her mood a little bit. With another gentle sigh, she looks at them. "Thank you."