Julien’s eyes remained on the crystalbloom even as the curator was talking. “Beautiful doesn’t even begin to describe it monsieur!” He replied enthusiastically. “That thing is a showstopper!”

He leaned in slightly as he listened to Bernard describe the Crystabloom’s resilience “No sunlight, no water, and it still looks like this?” Julien glanced at Bijou, who hovered near the glass. “Bijou can barely last an hour without fussing over her flower.”

The Flabébé gave an indignant little huff, and Julien laughed, brushing a finger lightly against her petal. “You’re still fabulous, darling,” he cooed, before turning his attention back to the glowing Crystabloom.

“You’re not boring me. I live for the drama of a good mystery!” Julien chuckled. “Maybe the flower is shining so much because it’s reacting to the most dazzling person in the room!” He placed a hand on his chest. “Yes, I am referring to myself.” He winked with a flourish. “You know, I don’t usually make a habit of museum visits, but this? Unforgettable.”