Covent Garden Flowers, Wednesday, 10/8

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah was trying to cheer herself up from various things by putting chrysanthemums in her hair. Then decided to take that to flower crowns, maybe some wreaths. It kept her busy and from anything resembling brooding. That was so not her.

Covent Garden Flowers

Vida Boheme, prop.
Fresh flowers from nosegays to bouquets!
Delivery available upon request.

Covent Garden Flowers is open.

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[wantstocheer.livejournal.com]

Claire stopped by after class to order a few very necessary gift baskets. And to talk to her roomie about something.

"Hey, Dinah!"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Claire! Hi hi hi." Dinah was so glad to see someone. "How're you doing? Want a wreath?"

[wantstocheer.livejournal.com]

"Sure," Claire said with a grin. "How's your day going?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Enh. Meh. Bleah." Dinah sighed, putting her chin in her hands, pretty sure she didn't want to talk about it much. "Just missing people. Constable Daisy left. So did Cal. Reminds me of other people leaving." She gave Claire a sideways smile. "I'm sorry I didn't get to meet your mom this weekend."

[wantstocheer.livejournal.com]

"Aw, that sucks," Claire said sympathetically. "And don't worry about it. She was, uh, not dealing well with stuff. Luckily Principal Winchester and Jack convinced her I was safe here."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. At least I can e-mail Daisy. Cal, though..." Right, topic change good. "She was getting worried? I'm glad they calmed her down." Dinah paused. "Wait, that's Jack, Jon's...?"

[wantstocheer.livejournal.com]

"Jon's dad, as far as my mother is concerned," she explained. "We all had dinner. He showed up in his dress blues. Made quite an impression."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah grinned. "And I missed it? Awwww. That would've been awesome. Especially if I could've had Helena and Barbara along for some teasing." She rolled her eyes, thinking of them. "Who mostly behaved themselves this weekend. Mostly."

[wantstocheer.livejournal.com]

"Next time," Claire promised. "When my mom isn't a total spaz."

She rolled her eyes. "Do you have a book with different gift baskets?" she asked. "I want to send something in thanks to both of them."



[ooc: got permission for a book of specialty gift baskets! :D]

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

Griff had brought her coffee during work today and, after some of her classes, Fiona had gone and gotten coffee to bring to someone else. Of course, as that person was Dinah, it might not have been the wisest decision in the world, but Fiona was not in the frame of mind for wise decisions. She was up for distraction.

"Good afternoon, Dinah," she said, carrying in the little tray that smelled very caffeinated indeed.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

And distraction was Dinah's middle name! Okay, it was Laurel, but still. "Hey! How was the rest of your weekend?" Dinah asked, smiling at Fiona, then held out a little gold wreath of marigolds. "Crown?"

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

Marigolds. Much better than roses, in her opinion. At least right now.

"Thank you," and she took it, putting the coffee down.

"My aunt fixed some things. Gave me some news. You know, family stuff."

She tipped her chin to the drinks.

"One's for you, if you want it."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Yay!" Caffieeeeeene. Much better than moping. "Thank you. I've been craving some. And ooo, what did your family fix?" Dinah popped the lid off the coffee to blow on it, then took sip and hummed happily, and straightened her chrysanthemums. Well. Tilted them at another angle, really.

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"My aunt fixed it. Some of the whole 'can't eat' stuff. I can taste things now. I can't really enjoy them, but at least there's flavor."

She picked up the one coffee, which had a bit of milk and not much else, and sipped at it. Food was such a useful prop.

"And the weird thing with my emotions. Kind of. She could only do so much. Apparently my other aunt and my mom should have asked her to help to do it right."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Ooo!" Dinah realized now, hey! Both those coffees weren't for her. She beamed at Fiona. "Oh, awesome! So coffee tastes good again? Not like sawdust?" She frowned in concentration at the second part, then looked hopeful. "Wait, so them fixing it so you could live-- that's part of what messed up your emotions? Not just all the stuff with the hunger?" And what she'd been through, too.

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"It tastes like coffee. Not so much good as 'nutty, bitter, smokey'. I don't really want anything to eat, I'm still not hungry, but yeah. No more sawdust."

Another convenient sip.

"As for that stuff, I don't know. It's just easier now." Which wasn't necessarily a good thing, considering, but denial, it wasn't just a river in Egypt. Fiona hadn't even gotten around the enormity of what Dallas had told her of the Council's actions. She was so not ready to tell anyone else. Still too raw.

"No one's showed me how to do that stuff. Probably for the best."

Though she had something of an instinctive talent for it, not that she ever practiced. She probably should, but that was going to take a direct order from Uncle Aaron.

Er, another one.

...the fear, it was there for a good reason!

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Good. At least you can eat if you want to, instead of having to force yourself," Dinah said, relieved. Then nodded, listening. "I'm glad. Mostly because I want you to be happy as easily as mad. But, wait. Shown you how to do what stuff? Fix things like that?" She took another sip of her coffee, looking intrigued but disturbed. "So you could ... change someone else?" An involuntary shiver passed over her. "I'm relieved you don't really know how yet."

[iamnotallgirl]

Jill came into the shop, lugging the fruits of a couple of hours of solid retail therapy, and said, "Hey, Dinah. I thought today was your day. How's it going?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Not terrific, not terrible," Dinah said, straightening her wreath. "Do you want a buttercup wreath? I bet it'd look awesome on you. How'd your weekend with your parents go?"

[iamnotallgirl]

"Ugh. My weekend with my parents? Not so much." She set her bags down, because they were kind of starting to hurt her hand, and said, "A buttercup wreath sounds like fun!"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah got some of them out of the fridge, and a handful of vines, and started weaving them together. "I got bored this summer, started learning to do this after Francine asked for one... Soooo, Jack, hunh?" She gave Jill a sympathetic wince. "How bad?"

[iamnotallgirl]

Jill bit her lip. "He spent a whole day with my parents and no one died? But. Uh. Ramie was here."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Yay and owwwww." Dinah's eyes got huge. "What happened? Did she get the whole story?"

[iamnotallgirl]

"I tried to explain on Friday, but I don't think she completely bought it, and then when she actually, you know, saw Jack and realized I was telling the truth I think she kind of freaked. She has my number and she said she'd call, so. Maybe I still have a best friend?" Jill sighed. "Anyway, my mom left me some money. Shoes make me feel better. As do buttercups," she said with a little grin. "It is so cool that you can do that. I'm not very crafty at all."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"It's a lot to lay on someone. I mean, think about how long it took you to adjust to this place," Dinah pointed out, remembering. "I bet she still is your best friend. Not sure if she'll talk to Jack, though." Wincing, she added, "Sorry, Jack." She looked hopeful. "But your mom? She didn't freak out? Too much?"

She stuck a few more blossom in the wreath, and reaching for another vine to hold it together. "Oh, that reminds me, next month? When that market gets set up in the park again? You have to go with me to Spider's stall. He has all this cool old stuff there, I got the best retro sunglasses there. Plus an old 45 vinyl for Priestly. I keep forgetting to give that to him."