Rose watched the prince jump down from his horse. He was wearing a...pink robe? With flowers he liked on it? Okay that...was weird. It was confusing more than it was weird. He flushed faintly as he took in how the prince looked. He bites his lower lip. It accented those muscles a lot. More than a lot. It was extremely accented. Shyness flushed over his features as he looked to see the prince's hair in a ponytail. Looking at all the buttercups. His next thought was...what am I going to do with all those buttercups. "Speak with me...okay. I will meet you in the park." Taking one bouquet. "Since they are mine...I will let the people have the others." He says. Smiling and starts handing out the bouquets. Dancing between the guards and hands everyone in sight and then some bouquets. Keeping only one for himself. He walks back over to the ice cream parlor. A beautiful blush covering his cheeks. He was unused to flowers. He walks inside. Opening the door and the street kids run out. He heads to the park and sits there on a park bench. Looking at the prince as he walked with a few guards still. "We can talk. You have your men...I have my little friends." He says. "What do you want to talk about?"