[Giovanni steps back a moment to admire the finished arrangement he'd been working on, seems satisfied, looks away only when Julius' words slice smoothly through the silence of the room.]

Oh?

[Mild curiosity, and he'll step around the counter then, move closer in order to catch a glimpse of the order in the other man's hand. Softly, he laughs.]

You'd think they'd pay a little more attention to which flowers best compliment each other. But if that's what they want...