“It's going to be fun," Terlu said.
He snorted, but then he smiled and held out the half-finished icing rose. "Taste?"
"You're supposed to be making them for the feast. I can't---"
He popped it in her mouth.
It melted and flavor burst from it. She'd expected pure sugar, but what she tasted was strawberries and vanilla--- it was a bite of spring. "Oh! How did you do that?"
"Each color rose is going to have a different flavor."
"You're brilliant."
He blushed. "I'm glad you like it. I'm going to put them all over the sugar glass, to symbolize the cracks that the plants healed."
"Sounds beautiful.”