fandomtownies | Covent Garden Flowers, Tuesday

Nathan came in to work today and side-eyed the snapdragons, right off the bat. They sat there, completely inert. They were just flowers, nothing to see here. He squinted a little, and then sighed and decided to leave them be. Not that he figured the plants were trying to bait him so that they could take a chomp at his hand again when he didn't suspect, no, but because they just got in an order of gypsophilia, and at the risk of feeling like a madman, he was going to have to actually acknowledge the softest sounds of infant laughter that were coming from the stuff at some point.

Near the end of the day he was going to leave a note for Peter asking him to double check what kind of world their supplier was located in so that he could rule out 'plants from a weird reality' and get back to blaming these things on either the island, or on his own slow descent into madness.

Whichever.

[OOC: And also OCD-free because effort.]