Covent Garden Flowers, Wednesday

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When Peter arrived, for a minute he wondered if his little kittenwillow had finally given in and rooted; it didn't seem to be anywhere.

Then he found it asleep deep in the branches of a box plant.

He set about doing paperwork for the day, and eventually it woke up, scurried over, and plopped down on the keyboard. It was still too light to actually press any keys, but it was big enough to cover about a quarter of them now.

Peter sighed, put it on his shoulder, and went back to working.

Then repeated that roughly every ten minutes.

Covent Garden was open!