Thursday morning found Eliza in a bit of a cheerfully distracted mood. The shop was swept and clean, the most recent wilted E was replaced by one formed from brilliant orange nasturtiums, and Eliza herself was seated on a stool behind the counter making a list of people she could invite to tea. So far it was rather a short list, so beside
that, she was making a list of ways she could get out and meet more of the sort of person you could invite to tea.
Granted, Eliza's standards for that might be a mite different than most people's.
The window sign was up, and Covent Garden FlowErs was quite, quite open.
Covent Garden FlowErs
Eliza Doolittle, prop.
Fresh flowers from nosegays to bouquets!
Delivery available upon request.
[OOC: open open open!]