As Kestrel sat munching on her breakfast, Locky approached with a colorful bouquet of flowers in hand. "They're from Tarian," she mentioned with a grin.
The posh Black Knight roses, mingled with soft green bellflowers, came beautifully wrapped and emitted a pleasant aroma. In the current Empire, possessing such flowers is seen as a luxury, making the gift a lavish and romantic gesture.
Kestrel merely threw them a fleeting glance, a look of indifference in her eyes. To her, these flowers were of no use since they couldn't be eaten, and they paled in comparison to the breathtaking flowers Kaworu nurtured in their garden.
"Just dispose of them," she remarked with directness, always straightforward about things she wasn't fond of.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!