Miss McPadraic may not have laughed, and neither did he - out loud, at least.

“So, essentially,” he said, in that German(?) accent, “you are taught how to speak without saying anything in English, French, and German?”

He raised the petals in his hand, looking about to eat another, but then looked back to her with smirking, lidded eyes before lowering his hand once more.

“Roses fade with the season...” he turned, starting down the path opposite of her to take the long way around, “but I do enjoy a good rose water.”