Indeed, she had been there when the two all but forced Ivar into a suit, and she wondered just how much the two men knew of their value to him if he didn't retaliate for it (protesting wasn't the same). She couldn't say on if the suit they picked was equal to what someone his rank would wear (such lines were especially blurred here), but even she could see that he looked good in it, and the color of the fabric suited him more than if he were to have been forced into the usual black suits most of the men wore here.

She took a bite of the flower with her spoon, pleasantly surprised with the taste. "It tastes...almost between blueberries and violets."

Strange, but still enjoyable.