It's been hours since Mordred arrived, but the excitement and celebration all around him have made the young envoy all the more energetic as the night's gone on. When Loki makes his way over, Mordred offers a small incline of his head and shoulders to show respect, then gasps and smiles brightly, his eyes turning up to his hair.

"What do you think Beeatrice?" he asks in a gentle tone. "You have your fill and then I can finish for us?"

The tiny bee is very enthused by this idea and, getting ahead of her envoy, happily makes her way to the flower to settle on it and enjoy her snack. Mordred chuckles and holds a hand out for the flower. No need for Loki to babysit (bee-sit?) his tiny companion.

"Thank you. I'm sure I'll love whatever-- Beeatrice leaves for me." He chuckles again as he watches the little bee turn about to get her fill, then looks back up at Loki. "I didn't realize there were candied flowers here tonight. Did you bring them?"