I may not be what you had in mind [sanmari; for yana]

[painalty]

[Sometimes, it was just good to get out of Chaldea and see the sights without having to fight the odd monster or enemy Servant. Today, the destination was Paris, and last they checked, it was relatively safe - and ready to be torn up by four Servants in particular looking for a good time.

Mozart had made a beeline for the nearest musical theater and was poring over the day's repertoire for the performing orchestra. d'Eon was close behind to make sure he didn't cause a scene, should he find out that one of his pieces was going to be played and that he could actually listen to it; the last thing they needed was Mozart drawing more attention to himself than he already did with his hair and flamboyant outfit.

And Sanson?

Sanson was nowhere around the theater.

While d'Eon had already begun to upbraid Mozart, Sanson had slipped away silently down the street toward several shops and stalls selling all manner of cute things, not daring to look back to see if Marie's attention was sufficiently diverted. His heart started to hammer in his chest - no, in his throat. His knees threatened to turn into gelatin as he scanned the baked goods on their shelves, chocolates placed on display, flowers in bloom creating a welcome splash of color among the throng -

His coat billowing behind him, he promptly turns into the flower shop and immediately begins to browse the tulips, the roses, the chrysanthemums and violets...

All while glancing furtively over his shoulder to see if anyone had followed him. In fact, he might be heard muttering to himself.]

Red...or pink, I'm sure each color has a meaning...

[Just who was he buying flowers for? (gee auste you already made it obvious in the subject line)]