Mordred laughs openly at the comment about his bee's name. " My husband picked her name. He's a very literal-- person who loves puns. I couldn't-- didn't want to say no to such a cute offering." It's hard for him to say 'no' most things where Galeas is concerned, but this was an even more special case. How do you say no to a pun like that?

Beeatrice, completely oblivious to the conversation going on, buzzes happily. This is a good spot to be(e) right now.

"Mmm, those all sound amazing. Edible flowers are always appropriate for a celebratory occasion." Even before his transformation Mordred had loved them, but the idea of them is even more appealing now that he's an envoy. He 'hmm's softly to himself as he draws the flower in his hands closer to his chest. He'll have to go find more of them once he and Beeatrice have finished this first one...

"Thank you for sharing them. Today is a day for blessings and sharing love-- in every way imaginable. Flowers of every kind of perfect for officially welcoming spring, too." Mordred's smile brightens as Beeatrice finishes what she will of their treat and makes her way up into his hair ivy. "It might not be your favored-- season, but you honor us-- m-my Goddess and I, I mean, by sharing the flowers with us."