Marco, who wasn’t participating in the conversation, was the first to notice Maizie as his eyes went wide and he almost dropped his last piece of chocolate. He stepped forward shyly and presented to her a blooming pink rose. Speaking up for him Chas explained, “While we were doing, erm, work in the garden today-” the code-word for training Chas often used, “-we came across this rose. He got it prepared and even put some perfume in the rose to make its scent stronger,” Chas said proudly. Maizie wished that Chas would practice fighting with her like he did Marco. She had learned some fencing from him but he never taught her hand-to-hand combat. Then again, fencing never did leave bruises and cuts all over like fighting did with Marco.
Maizie placed the rose over her ear through her hair so that it would stay in place. Chas was right, Maizie could smell the rose’s light scent even without putting her nose up to it. She thanked Marco who nodded back in r