Scaramouche was in his garden, admiring the flowers alone, smiling at the sight of them.

He spotted an abundant of specific flowers in his bush, his attention being stolen by them. He looked at them more closely, realising what they were.

"Rainbow roses... they'll love these flowers for our anniversary."

Scaramouche spoke to himself, talking about you, picking the rainbow roses up in his hands, smiling.

He didn't know you caught him in the act, spoiling the surprise.