Hand-picked flowers are the best. Especially if he sneaks into someone's garden after dark and picks the prize-winning dahlia and then the lights turn on and some old lady bursts out of the house and chases him down the street with a broom and a shihtzu.

I have made myself a few lovely romantic meals and it was indeed quite nice. To be fair, I shared the meals with Pilot, so I was in good company, not really alone, but sans humans. Probably also in underwear or some form of comfy pants and not any scratchy sheer flimsy piece of cloth that makes me feel like I'm pretending to be something I'm not.