[Of course she remembers, but she doesn't bother to point out that it's unlikely either of them will forget. What matters more is the book he puts into her hand, and while he has reluctant to let go she finds she has to.

She needs both hands to lift the cover of the book and look inside, eager for a look at 9S' supposed terrible penmanship, the flowers he's pressed, this small thing he's done for her that's so much more than small.

This gesture means everything to her, something she will treasure the rest of her days of operation, and as gently as she can she traces the edge of one flower before she smiles once more at the handwriting underneath.]

I didn't think a YoRHa unit could be programmed with bad penmanship.

[She says this absently and with so much warmth it's got to be clear she finds this trait of his charming, and with a resolute nod she raises her head to look at him.]

Accepted, but under one condition. You have to help me find the appropriate flowers.