Josephine smiled and snuck a quick kiss back to Raoul's cheek. Her gaze turned as he addressed Beatrix, who also glanced over. The princess's smile was small and a bit forced, and she nodded once. "You have so many beautiful flowers, reminds me of my home." 'Though I bet it's much more ostentatious than this.'<span style="font-style: italic">"Josephine and i have a particular fondness for the white roses."</span>"Such a weak bloom? White roses are unheard of in Adelvia." "Do your people dislike them? Or just you?" Beatrix gave her a look, then added on. "The soil there not gentle enough to support such a flower. All the flowers we have are mountain daisies and, as such, other strong kinds." Josephine didn't speak for a moment, feeling a bit bad that she had spoken like that when there was a perfectly good reason for it that was none of the guest's control; and putting the blame on her wasn't kind of her.