Elric had given Rosebud the two small booklets of paper he had in his special pocket of space that was used as a glorified warehouse, and she was able to sweettalk a charcoal pencil out of Guild Master Megell Dar Warborn who thought that a quiet distracted little Imperial Princess would be far easier to deal with that one that had nothing to do but watch the waves go by for a few days.
As a result she was not overly bothered about the absence of her parents that had left the day before. Her chief complaint was the food. Bland porridge with nothing to really add to it to make it taste better was a far cry from the elaborate meals served in the private dining room of the imperial family. She ate it reluctantly out of pure hunger.