The audience will provide the mist for those.
Hold really still, maybe they can't see us.
... It like rains bees or something.
Since I can't have this cake I'm just going to buy a bouquet of roses at the grocery store and eat it. Thorns be damned.
** says: "My maid of honor and I made my bouquet from comic book pages and brooches."
Some poor guy spent all day anchoring rose petals to the beach so they wouldn't blow away and these two yahoos come along and decide to make a romantic moment of it. Rude.
Okay, now tell the violist and camera man to leave.
Get a snow machine pumping away and it's a full on winter wonderland!