Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [11/06].

[white_oleander]

Well, okay, the shop was just being...odd today. The shop was odd nearly every day, true, but Astrid couldn't help feeling like today was really taking the cake. It was one thing to have flowers singing and dancing. It was one thing to have a sentient pet-like kittenwillow running around. It was, however, a completely different thing to have the fabric of reality rip and bend and shift every time Astrid lifted her head and found that whole sections of the shop had just...disappeared. Whole tables of flowers, a complete wall of vines, at some point the counter right in front of her, just...gone. Nothing left but blank voids of space, sometimes with some sort of grid in their place, like someone had forgotten to upload that particular graphic into the system.

So....that was a thing that was happening.

And in between moments where she kind of wished it would happen to her (disappearing from the world into an unknown void of space and time would be a pretty efficient solution to all of her problems, after all), she decided to scribble out a sign to place on the counter.

"Covent Garden Flowers cannot be held responsible for any items that may cease to exist at any time after purchase."

That should help stave off at least a few complaints, she hoped.

Covent Garden is open!