fandomtownies | Covent Garden Flowers, Tuesday

Peter had looked all through what papers were left here in an effort to find out who was supposed to own the place. He'd even gone so far as to use his newly purchased hard-to-believe-it-was-a-phone to call the bank in the hopes they might know.

"No, I'm not looking to purchase it, I'd just like to know who the owner is."

"There doesn't seem to be any. That's why I'm asking." He had a feeling he was being a little rude, but after days of screaming, non-stop sun, and now neon, his nerves were a little on edge. The only thing he badly wanted to buy was sunglasses.

"There was a delivery the other day, but it didn't have a person's name on it, just the shop's. He wouldn't leave until someone signed, so I did, but I don't think -"

"No, really, I don't want to buy it, just -"

All of which had somehow ended in a hand-delivered envelope with a deed of ownership in it. Because not wanting to buy it apparently translated into his already owning it. Somehow.

Peter rubbed his eyes and sighed at the plants and flowers. "Guess it's you and me now."

If he could find dark enough lenses, maybe he could even get some good flowers from this world. A few might brighten the place without making his eyes bleed.

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