[he chuckles, jovial, and walks with her, looking over his hats]

And you're of mine too, Buffy.

Let me thing...something not so wintery--plums and ribbon do you well, but not in excess--

[he walks down the table, a hand to his chin, thinking]

Felt, bobs, pabs and knobs...no, I think you need something daring. Bright. No, no, none of these will do!

[he reaches over and touches the lid of a hat box...and grins, sly]

I'll have to settle on this one.

[and he reveals his true surprise--a hat, made to match the outfit, small, stylish, and fedora like. There's a single yellow plum, and a deep purple ribbon around the base and flowing down the back. His true passion, and this one he's put a world of heart into.]