Dusting his feet outside the door, Cameron follows her inside, hands sliding into his pockets. "Good idea," he says. "They're not much, I know, but... not a lot of options in the middle of winter, I'm afraid." If the island were its usual self, he might at least have been able to bring her orchids or even roses, and he knows there's a woman who specializes in bouquets, but it all might mean a little less, too. He has to work just a little harder to do right by Jenny, but, he thinks, maybe that's the way it should be.