<span style="color: #000080">"Not sure, mon cherie... I vas thinking, per'aps, about one of ze svirly liney ones... uh, merci? Whenever you get ze time."</span>She blushed lightly behind her makeup, slightly disappointed by the rejection. As a way to show her acceptance of the situation, she smiled softly, flicking her hand out and producing a bouquet of pink tulips, the slender flowers streaked with violet and white. She handed the sheaf to Camelia, still grinning softly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>