Involuntarily Rose glanced down at the ribbons marching in rows. There, among the more familiar patterns, nestled an ivory-white bar, at its middle a tiny golden sun with eight curly rays, and at each end a pair of matching vertical gold stripes. "Yes, Ma'am. It took . . . a lot of discussion. Foreign awards can be touchy in any service, and a foreign order of chivalry more so, even if it's just honorary—but there is some precedent for it, so they were able to fall back on that." Her attention remained determinedly on the cruets and mug rather than looking up. "The badge is restricted to dress uniform. For undress it's ribbon only, and since the orders specified undress service uniform . . ." She trailed off and, rather than attempt to finish the sentence, took a sip of the quite excellent coffee.