Both females listened intently to Raoul as he spoke. Josephine smiled and laid her head upon her husband's, or soon to be, shoulder. Beatrix stared off at the ground, or back at the roses. Her eyes were filled with honest and innocent longing, thinking only of how beautiful the flowers were. But their color kept her mind ever present on Josephine, whom was sobering her otherwise cheerful mood. It wouldn't be a problem for long, she was sure of it; there were many ways to get rid of the precious little dear. Just as Raoul finished his story, Alyxander returned with a red and white checkered blanket. "Excuse my tarrying." Josephine raised her head from her love's shoulder and beamed at Alyx. "You need not apologize. Set it out, we shall have a most delightful picnic." The boy bowed and nodded, laying out the checkered cloth and the three moved onto it, off the dirt and grass. Alyx looked over to Beatrix, who was casting small glances in his direction. "Madame, perhaps you would like to accompany me to prepare lunch? I know not what you would like, it would be best for you to choose yourself." The princess didn't catch on the second meaning to this offer, and after a moment she begrudgingly agreed. Alyx helped her up and led her inside, telling her of a few things that were common dishes. Butt not before sneaking a wink in the direction of the king and queen.