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Covent Garden Flowers - Sunday

Once again gripped by the feeling he had somewhere to be, Leto wandered around the small area of the city he'd explored. He came to a stop by a flower shop. His hands went immediately onto his hips and he gave it a challenging look.

"Really?! You think I haven't heard every elf-and-plants joke there is? Why am I here, why do you want me to go inside?"

The door didn't answer.

Green eyes narrowed. He pressed his face to the glass and looked around. Nobody inside. An oh-so-casual glance up and down the street. No witnesses.

Out came the wires and then there was the tiniest of scoffs at how easy this lock was to pick.

Leto went inside and looked around. The plants were nice. Even the ones that didn't look expensive were still nice and looked healthy. He'd never admit he could tell the difference, but that was more from watching his mother and sister fret over their Master's flowers than from any mystical Elf mumbo-jumbo.

A tiny grey kitten came zooming out from the back and climbed him like he was a tree. The tiny little piton claws barely touched him and the next thing he knew, the kitten was in his ear with a buzzing little purr that tickled.

Leto squirmed and giggled helplessly for a moment. He gathered the kitten up in his hands so he could look at it. It.. it was kitten-shaped but something was off about it. Leto promptly decided he didn't care. "Do you live here? Are you why I'm here? Maybe.. maybe I was sent to rescue you!"

Leto, that spoiled, happy kittenwillow is in zero need of rescue.

Which even he had to acknowledge. He looked around. "Maybe rescue you from boredom. C'mon, kitty, let's find something to play with."

Tickles squirmed to escape the hands and paraded himself back up the arm to his usual perch on the shoulder with another happy kitten buzz.

"Hey!" Leto giggled, "That tickles!"

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Seivarden stepped through the door and announced: "I was supposed to work here yesterday but I ~~the player~~ forgot."

Then she caught sight of Tickles. "Oh, hiiii!"

Leto looked up at the announcement. "Oh. Do you belong to the owner?"

Seivarden reached out to stroke Tickles' back, but she frowned, looking up at the other child. "What do you mean, belong?"

"The only kids who do work are slaves," Leto said with a shrug, "So you must belong to someone who put you to work here."

Tickles was perfectly happy to receive the attention.

Seivarden looked horrified. "Slave?! I'm not a slave, that's... uncivilized! And I'm a Vendaai! Who are you?!"

"What's a Vendaii?" Leto asked in return, "Is that another word for servant?"

What?!

"It's my House!" Seivarden looked horrified. "We're not servants! And only uncivilized people have slaves."

Leto gave the Vendaai a dubious look, "You're named after a house?" That was weird.

"I'm Seivarden Vendaai. A House is a family. Anyway, I go to school, so working must have been a school exercise."

She looked at the other child. "Why do you have pointy ears?"

Oh. One of the rich kids. Leto eyed the kid right back. "Elves always have pointy ears. That's how you know we're elves. Why is your hair so big?"

Leto wasn't really one to talk at the moment. His own hair was kind of everywhere, it was just far less neatly arranged than Seivarden's.

"What are elves?" was the obvious next question. "And what do you mean? My servant arranged this, she's really good."

"People with pointy ears," Leto said in the key of 'duh'. "You have a servant and you still get sent to work?" He looked around, "With flowers?"

"It must have been a school assignment," Seivarden said, stumbling on the last word. It was a bit too complicated.

"Do you always work here?"

"I don't work here," Leto challenged, "Who says I work here? I'm here to rescue the kitten! It was all alone inside, nobody to take care of it."

He gave Seivarden a short, sharp look, "Since somebody didn't show up yesterday to feed it."

"It's not my kitten," Seivarden countered. "I was just asked to look after the flowers. Why are you here if all you wanted was to help the kitten?"

"If you work here and it lives here then you were probably supposed to take care of it too," Leto countered right back, "It's not like it would be hard to give it food when you watered plants anyway. I'm in here helping the kitten and keeping it from being lonely. Until whoever works here shows up."

Leto.. that would be you, buddy.

"And if they don't show up either then I'm taking the kitty with me when I go," he pronounced firmly.

"How should I know that I should look after kittens too when I'm asked if I can look after flowers?"

This kid was stupid.

"You just wanted to steal a kitten, didn't you?"

"You didn't even show up to look after the flowers," Leto pointed out, "And it's not stealing. It's rescuing. I'll bring it back when someone's here to take care of it. Until then, it's got me. I'm not leaving it alone where it'll just be little and scared by itself."

"You're stupid," Seivarden said. "If I should have been working here, then I get to rescue the kitten."

"You're stupid," Leto fired right back, "You couldn't even remember to come here when you were s'posed to! And it isn't today, because I'm supposed to be here today, so I get to be the rescuer!"

A little smugly, he said, "Besides. He's sitting on my shoulder. That makes him my responsibility."

"You said you weren't supposed to be here, you just came to rescue the kitten. Now I'm here, so I can look after her."

She stepped closer, holding out her arms to grab Tickles.

"You said you were s'posed to be here yesterday, not today," Leto said, dodging that reach. "And it's a boy kitten so it's a he!"

Tickles.. did not have a gender. Tickles was a plant.

"You're just being stupid and making things up. What's a boy kitten?"

She tried reaching for the kitten again.

Leto was absolutely playing keep-away with Tickles. "A not-girl kitten that wants to be a boy. Who's the stupid one? You think there's only one gender? Pfffft!"

"You're just making up stupid words," Seivarden said, who had never heard the words 'girl' or 'gender' before.

"You're too stupid to know the words for things," Leto said loftily, "I'm not making up anything. You don't even know words for things, you can't be trusted with the kitten. He's mine until an adult shows up."

Brat logic: engaged.

"You're not an adult," Seivarden said. "And she's not your cat."

Slight emphasis on 'she'.

"You aren't an adult either and you're definitely not the boss of me," Leto proclaimed, "I was here first, he ran up to me, he's mine until an adult shows up! So. There!"

Definite emphasis on the 'he'.

"So you're stealing a kitten," Seivarden said, reaching out again for Tickles.

Leto'd had quite enough of that reaching and reached to push Seivarden's hands away. "Rescuing," he singsonged at her, "And yes. You're the one who keeps trying to steal him from me."

"You're the one who's stealing!" Seivarden reached out to to push Leto. "I'm supposed to look after her!"

Leto took a few steps back on his own accord. "Yeah?" he accused, "Then you did a bad job at it! He was all alone yesterday because you couldn't even remember to show up! I'm not letting you have him. You might forget about him again!"

"I didn't know I had to look after her!" Seivarden said, rolling her eyes. "You're stupid and don't listen."

To emphasise this she tried to push Leto again.

Yeah, this time he'd fight back and try for his own shove.

"So? You would've if you'd shown up, but you didn't and today, I'm here so he's my responsibility. You're stupid and don't know anything!"

Seivarden had to take a step back, which meant she retaliated with a harder push.

"You're an uncivilised nobody!"

She wasn't allowed to call people uncivilised to their face.

"You're a stuck-up forgetful jerk who needs servants," Leto retorted, slapping hard at Seivarden's hands to avoid that push.

"Ewwww!" Seivarden made a disgusted face. "Don't touch me, you're not wearing gloves."

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