Someone had given Stephen and I a tray of white rosebuds that were edible. I was carefully picking them up and looking at their bottoms, since it has been over a month since our wedding, and this gift just came now. Some of the petals on the bottom were black, crinkly, or withered, and I pulled them off before putting the whole white rosebud in my mouth. Stephen kept eating them without looking at the bottoms, even though I mentioned he should check the petals before eating them. I don't remember the taste.
[Stephen dreamt last night that he was drinking rose petal wine with someone.]
