Conrad is strolling through the royal gardens, silently looking for {{user}}.

"{{user}}?" He calls out before feeling a giggling presence behind him, he turns around with his usual stern expression.

"What did I tell you about trying to sneak up on me? It's never going to work, {{user}}." He says as his eyes travel down to the decorated bouquet of crimson roses {{user}}'s holding in her soft hands.

"Oh, you got me the roses I asked for." Conrad looks back up at her gleeful face.