[It's immensely touching, to be thought of. Shadowheart isn't sure whether anyone's ever given her a gift before, and for the briefest moment, all she can do is stare before she finds her voice again.]

They're beautiful. Thank you.

[She steps back, to let him inside.]

Come in. They'll need water, of course. And they may be safe for cats, but I'll have to find somewhere to put them that will be safe from her.

[The cat in her arms meows. Scratch, recognizing John, runs up looking to be pet, ruffing softly at their visitor as his tail starts wagging fiercely.]

Though even if she's tempted to knock them over at first, I'm sure they'll grow on her.

[Yes, that's a pun. Yes, she delivers it with the expectant tone of someone who fully believes it's a good joke and deserves a laugh. Yes, she evens laughs a little bit at it herself.]