VERSION 1:

The magician flourished his hand and produced a silk bouquet. "For you, Mrs...?"

The widow twittered and blushed like a schoolgirl. "Oh, me, well, I'm a single Mrs."

He smiled wider, knowing already, for he'd scoped her out in the market earlier this week. He'd get plenty of loot from her.

VERSION 2:  from Twitter #slapdashsat 

The magician replaced his hat and presented the silk bouquet. "For you Mrs...?"

She tittered. "Brown. But I'm a widower."

He winked and she blushed. He smiled wider at her glittering jewellery. "A pleasure, ma'am." For the company and loot to be had.