Covent Garden Flowers, Thursday

[okteiviakom]

Today, Octavia was working on a large flower arrangement. She wasn't familiar with the properties of all the flowers and plants involved, but the ones she did know had one thing in common: they were all supposed to help you sleep better. She was guessing whoever ordered this thing was an insomniac, or the partner of an insomniac, or something like that.

As the day went on and the arrangement got bigger, she began to hear light snoring coming from one of the side tables close by.

And no, Octavia was not going to go find out which plant had fallen asleep.

[ooc: Open post, I am so tired.]