"Blue? Are you certain?" Josephine looked back down to the flower at her feet. It was entirely possible she'd just imagined that Philenor had said red. Or even, perhaps, that it was purple and they simply each had a different hue of purple in mind. But from what she'd hard of Bruce-and her experiences with him so far-he was a reliable enough sort.

"Then maybe we should just keep looking. If we find nothing that's blue and matches the description well elsewise, these must be it." That meant more wading through the waters of the lake, but that wasn't exactly unpleasant, either.