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Convenient Garden Flower Shoppe, Tuesday

Ino probably laughed too hard at radio but seriously didn’t care—it wasn’t like she’d been encouraging Francine to blow things up, though that might be fun too—and was in a ridiculous mood as she bounced into work.

Today, out of sheer exuberance, she was totally making a crown of Coreopsis flowers and humming as she worked.

Covent Garden Flowers

Eliza Doolittle, prop.
Fresh flowers from nosegays to bouquets!
Delivery available upon request.

Covent Garden Flowers is Open.

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If you want!

Fight flowers with flowers, she supposed, which is why Fiona slipped out of work to come to the florists. She still had a little money left from Uncle Henry and she didn't think her new boss would be deeply troubled by something nice to look at in the office.

"Hello?"

"Hi!" Ino chirped, grinning at the--oh hey, new person!--customer. "Welcome to Covent Garden Flowers! How can I help you?"

"Do you have any flowers with very strong scents?" she asked. That was first and foremost.

"Yes," she said, a bit dubiously. "Though that's a bit of an interesting request, you know. Anything in specific you had in mind?"

She shook her head.

"I don't really know flowers. Just not roses."

"Oh good," she said, hopping over to the counter. "Roses are such a standard that, while they're lovely, they're also really boring, you know? 'Less you match them up with other things. Got a colour preference, at least? How large a bouquet did you want? Or did you want a potted plant? We can do that too."

A beat.

"I'm Ino," she added. "And flowers are kinda my thing." Kinda. Along-side the ninja bit.

"A potted plant would probably be best for the office," she said thoughtfully, "and... anything that would work in one of the cabins is fine for the other one."

Anything to lose the rose smell, or at least cover it up a little.

"Fiona. I don't think I really have a thing."

Cutting didn't, and wouldn't ever, count.

"Orange-scent, honey-scent, cherry pie-scent, or clove-scent?" Because Ino liked giving people options.

"You don't have anything you like doing more than anything else?"

"Languages," she finally said with a shrug, "and I guess shopping. That was fun yesterday."

Robert didn't count as a thing, after all.

"Honey scent, maybe? Or clove."

She liked clove and it should be strong enough.

"Shopping is an expensive hobby," she laughed. Even though she was the one that had spent a ridiculous amount on Tyler-sensei's flowers just to prove a point. "Honey or clove then, follow me!"

Ino slipped from behind the counter, wending her way through the aisles, to stop and hold up a potted plant. "This is your clove one; Matthiola incana, common name: Hoary stock." She set it down, and headed a few feet further to pick up another potted plant. "Sweet Alyssum; honey."

"My Uncle Henry gave me a little money for things when I went away from school. I'm just about at the end of it since I got clothes yesterday, but I already have a job."

And she got to keep her own money this time instead of getting bits and pieces.

When they got to the flowers, both of them smelled lovely. That was one thing; at least her sense of smell had been left alone. She could still enjoy this. She went to the honey, then the clove, and finally stood between them.

"Could I get both? The two of them are nice together."

And definitely strong enough to overpower the rose in her bags.

"Oh, totally," she said, smiling and gently scooping up the pots to head back to the counter. "So not going to argue with someone who wants more flowers. Did you want them sent to your place, or did you want to take them with you? Where are you working now?"

"Could I have one sent to the cabins, or is that impossible?" she asked, hoping that she could so that the rose smell would be gone by the time she got home.

"I'm working at the law offices. Cabot and Associates?"

"Definitely not a problem," she assured her, setting them on the counter and scribbling out care instructions on a sheet of notepaper. "Which one do you want sent up ~~oh so handwavily~~?"

Ino tapped her pen against her cheek. "I think I saw the sign go up," she commented, "but I haven't been. It's a pretty new business, I think."

"Probably why they're hiring," she admitted.

"Could you send the Matthiola incana up to my cabin? I'll take the Lobularia maritima back to the office myself."

Yes, she'd used the other name for the flower. Once she heard the name, it had jogged her memory. Botany wasn't her best subject, but she was better at it than Eliot. He tended towards zoology.

Unfortunately, reading about flowers in dusty old books was a world away from something like this.

Her grin brightened. "You know," she said, ringing up the flowers. "Not many people here know 'bout flowers, and their names. Do you know any of their language?"

"This," she said, setting the paper down, "is care and instructions for making sure they stay healthy. If you mistreat them, I'll be cranky." Ino winked, though she wasn't kidding, and rattled off the total cost of Fiona's purchase.

She nodded.

"What flowers you're supposed to use for what purposes? I know it from books, but I've never gotten to actually have real flowers."

Her eyes went to the paper Ino had written out for her.

"I won't mistreat them. I promise."

"Depends on how you define purposes," she said lightly. "Some things are good for medicine and stuff, and that's a purpose, but when sending them to someone as a gift can mean something totally different."

A pause.

"No flowers ever?" Ino was never going stop being horrified by that idea.

"One of the rules," she said with a nod.

"We'd see them outside sometimes, but we couldn't bring any home."

She bit one of her nails before tugging her finger away from her mouth.

"And I know some of the medicinal uses as well, but I was just talking about what flowers to use in an arrangement."

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"That's a bad rule," Ino informed her loftily, noting the nail biting and pretending she didn't.

Her slight wince at the idea of learning arrangement from books wasn't supressed however. "Well," she said brightly, "at least now you get to see real flowers, and learn 'bout them in person. If we were hiring, that'd have been fun, 'cause Eliza-san, er..." She tugged at her hair. "Hires some people who don't know nothing, and it's frustrating 'cause what's the point of a florist clerk who can't tell nothing beyond the difference between a rose and a daisy?"

Ino was a flower snob. She liked her co-workers, but this was true.

She didn't speak to the rules.

Instead, she joined Ino in the slightly awkward smile.

"Flowers wouldn't be too bad. I just didn't want to have to work with food. I used to bus tables at a restaurant and I hated it."

"Flowers, weapons, and medicine for me, while I'm here," she said, with a grin. "I like keeping busy, and food--no. Not by choice, I'd be bored to death."

She didn't want to talk about food.

"I need to get used to everything around here, so I think I'll stick to one job for the moment."

Another shrug and a smile. "We're not hiring anyway, we've a full group."

"I meant more in general," she clarified but decided it was a hint.

"I'll let you get back to business."

And she picked up the plant.

"It was nice meeting you."

"You too," she said cheerfully, though her business was all of... talking to the flowers. Ino could work with that though. "I'll see you around, though."

If you'd like!

I need a nap already!

Hear you there, man.

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