[Not just any rose but a very lovely one, point of fact--a just-furled bud in a shade of startling violet... Though the stem's broken awfully close to the bud, rendering it more appropriate for corsage or buttonhole than another arrangement.

Myr colors a little to have it noticed but his grin doesn't waver.]

A rose, [he replies, a hint of amusement in his voice. At himself, mostly.] A little forward of me, I admit, but the purple ones are meant to symbolize majesty or splendor,

[also, love at first sight, but that's not quite applicable,]

and I did have this spare.

[So. He offers the package, rose and all, up to the Dragon.]