Josephine and Beatrix spoke very little, trying to avoid confrontation and arguing as much as possible. Besides the incident earlier, they were really trying not to upset the other again and start a fight... mostly on Josephine's end, as her guest would often try to start up conversation. They both sat in silence, glancing off at the beautiful scenery of the rose filled gardens and fountains and flowers. This held many memories for Josephine, whom had first really met Raoul here; they had exchanged names, a story, even a bittersweet kiss on her part. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't realize she was being snuck up on until she felt a familiar grasp wrap around her waist. A soft squeak was the first reaction, then a bit of laughter. "Scaring a lady is not nice you know."<span style="font-style: italic">"How are you two getting along?"</span>She gave a glance towards Beatrix, who was watching from the corner of her eye, but pretended not to notice the king and queen. A light blush colored her cheeks. Josephine smiled a little. "I think we are getting along. Not the best of friends, surely, but not enemies either."