Covent Garden Flowers, Wednesday

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Peter came in, saw the gourds, read Nathan's note, and sighed. Well, at least it wasn't raining anymore. But where was he supposed to plant the things that came in today?

So, he sat on a stool and, with a knife and magic, carved as many of the gourds as he could into flower pots.

So there.


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[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden had said she would stop by the flower shop, so here she was. Finding a job was really a priority, and of all places possible, this option was one of the better. Besides, she was getting restless. While the initial withdrawal was over, and thanks to Hannibal Lecter's drugs it had been less awful than it otherwise would have been, she was still twitchy and irritable. Having nothing to do wasn't good, even Seivarden herself could see that.

She entered the shop, glancing around the room, before her gaze settled on Peter.

"Good morning," she greeted, trying to get used to that people here didn't seem to use titles. She would have done it anyway if she had been sure which one to use.

[2_old_for_this]

Yeah, getting involved in Byzantine royal titles was just asking for a headache anyway.

"Good morning." Peter smiled and set his things down to wipe his hands. "How're you today?"

[1000yearstoolate]

Although Byzantine royal titles would at least have made Seivarden curious.

"I'm well, thank you." Had she assumed it a real question rather than a form of greeting, she would have complained more.

"And yourself?"

She noticed the gourds. "I didn't realize carving was part of the job."

[2_old_for_this]

"It isn't usually," Peter said. "But I was supposed to get sent flower pots, and they sent the gourds instead. So," he gestured to the finished gourd-pots, "I'm improvising."

[1000yearstoolate]

"I see." Seivarden could improvise. She just wasn't very good at carving flower pots.

"Well, I hope I can be of help in some way. If you still need help, that is."

[2_old_for_this]

"Sure," Peter said. "Mostly it's just having someone here to take orders and sell things. You can learn how to make arrangements if you want, too. Let me show you the place."

[1000yearstoolate]

"I can manage that." She was doing her best to sound reasonably enthusiastic, here. Being broke did that, and there were worse things than selling flowers.