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Covent Garden Flowers, Saturday

So, Seivarden had been told by some squirrels that she was supposed to be working here, and she did have a key, so why not?

Only there was plenty of work that involved orders and she had no idea how to do it, and she preferred not to mess things up, which left her with too much time for thinking. That wasn't good. She couldn't even remember her name, much less where she was, and that was really uncomfortable. For some reason making herself tea felt like bet best way to deal with this.

[Open! Seivarden doesn't remember that she's supposed to wear gloves.]

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She'd listened to the radio and it had told her three pertinent things: Seivarden wasn't wearing gloves, Seivarden didn't remember that gloves were her signature thing, and Seivarden would be at the flower store.

Jack was a bitch. A complete and total bitch and she owned it. She'd spent the morning with Sparkle and borrowed a box containing his nail decorating kit and several fun polishes.

She headed to the flower shop and smiled casually when she walked inside. Not the normal excessive smile she usually threw at Seivarden but a much more casual and genuine-looking one.

"Hey Seivarden! You ready to get your polish on?"

Seivarden looked up, smiling a little. "Polish?"

It was nice to have a visitor, even if it wasn't someone she remembered, but they clearly knew each other.

"For your fingernails," Jack said pleasantly, "Your week's been kinda crazy. Thought you could use a girl-date."

She walked over and set the box down on the counter, taking the top off with a flourish to display all the colors and sparkly stuff. "See?"

"Oh. It has? I'm... my mind is a bit fuzzy."

She picked up one of the bottles. "I have one of these at home."

Sparkle had sold her one. It was a secret.

"Do you want tea? I just made some."

"Yeah," Jack bobbed her head in a nod and gave Seivarden a small frown of concern, "How much did you have to drink yesterday, Seivarden? You look a little off. Sure, I'd love some tea, thanks!"

"Oh, I'm not hungover," Seivarden said, reaching for a second cup. "Oh, and girl-date...?"

She had no idea what it meant, and even if this person wasn't unattractive, she'd preferred to know if it involved more than painting nails.

"Hm, maybe you have a cold coming on," Jack mused, "Definitely keep drinking the tea. It should help." The helluvit was, it would. If it had been a cold.

"Yeah! You know, tea, chatting, getting our nails all done up. A way to make the week suck a little less and feel pretty at the same time."

"Why not," Seivarden said, placing the cup in front of Jack and pouring tea. The whole concept felt a little... odd, but, well, why not.

"So, this is terrible, but I don't remember your name."

"Oh, honey, you really are having a bad week aren't you?" Jack asked sympathetically. Not even snide, just actual sympathy. "I'm Jack. I'm a teacher up at the school and we have a standing Friday night bar meetup thing. That's how I knew your week hadn't been going well. You definitely need some pampering."

Jack nodded at the case, "Choose a color or two that you think looks nice."

"Painting nails is pampering then?" Seivarden asked, but she did rummage through the bottles and eventually picked a glittery purple and a dark green.

"These two. What do you think?"

Jack bobbed her head in a nod, "Sure is. If you weren't at work, we could go for a full spa day somewhere and get finger and toenails done. This'll have to do for now. Make the nails all pretty and still leave you able to deal with customers as they come in."

Jack judiciously eyed the colors and Seivarden's skin tone with another nod. "I think those will look great on you! How do you think you wanna do 'em? Half and half on each nail? Different paint per nail? Dark green with shiny purple tips or vice-versa? Something else?"

She took a sip of her tea. It was quite good.

"You choose," Seivarden said. "I have no idea if I should, but I'm going to trust your judgement."

She frowned a little. "Have we done this before?"

It did feel a little odd.

"No," Jack admitted, "I haven't been here for very long. Only a couple of months. We usually only hang out at the bar on Friday nights."

Snapped her fingers. "I know what would look fabulous!" Pulling up her phone, she went on a search and found something similar to what she was thinking of.

Purple fingernails with bright green flowers

"What do you think?"

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With the dog as a useful excuse to be walking around the village to scope it out and try to figure out exactly where it was and what she was doing here, "Rosa Diaz," if that was even her real name, had been making some good progress in getting a lay of the land. The dog was a brisk and eager walker, but easily distracted. And that was clearly the case as they passed by what looked like a flower shop and she got all excited like she'd caught the scent of something and needed to investigate it further.

Rosa thought maybe it was one of the squirrels or another duck like in the park, but, no, apparently, it was the shop itself, which was weird, but it might be a clue to this mystery. So she shrugged and aquiesced, opening the door and walking inside...

...and losing the end of the leash as it was yanked out of her hand from the sheer force of the dog rushing toward the shopkeeper with a tail wagging so hard it nearly knocked her over, barking out excited hellos, and giving a few sniffs before trying to lick her shoes.

So the dog at least knew this person. Rosa was still definitely at a loss here.

"Hi," she offered. "My dog really wanted to come in here."

In case the other person couldn't tell.

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"Um."

Seivarden obviously had no idea who the dog was, or why her shoes were being licked, but she was going to assume they had met. She looked up at the human visitor.

"I can see that. Have we... I mean, I don't remember things that well today, so... have we met?"

Rosa shrugged, shaking her head, looking just a bewildered over the whole thing as Seivarden, while Arlo 2 got to work on making up for an awful lot of lost shoe-licking time.

"I don't know," she said. "Maybe. Probably? I mean, the dog obviously knows you. Or maybe not. She was like that with the ducks and the cat at the park, too."

But now Rosa was eyeing Seivarden closely, trying to jog something, anything out of her memory, looking around the shop, too, but still nothing. Nothing was familar, and no one seemed to know much, either.

So this was just great.

Seivarden knelt in front of the dog, smiling. "I have a cat."

Who had woken her up and insisted she be given food.

"I'm Seivarden," she said, relieved that it wasn't just her not remembering. "Would you like some tea?"

And Arlo 2 was going to take full advantage of the fact that Seivarden didn't seem to remember that kneeling around her was always an invitation for her to refocus her licking away from food and onto faces that were now so much nearer.

"Rosa," Rosa offered back, even if she wasn't even confident about that. "And...sure. I think."

She wasn't even sure she really knew what tea was, but she supposed she was about to find out.

Seivarden pulled away, protecting her face with her hands, unintentionally showing off her brightly painted nails. She laughed and pushed herself to her feet.

She smiled at Rosa as she walked over to the counter to pour her tea. "Of course, you could get flowers too."

And protecting your face with those nice, pretty, manicured bare hands just meant getting your nice, pretty, manicured bare hands licked instead.

Rosa followed suit by heading over to the counter, leaning on it as the dog just drifted after Seivarden to settle near her feet because she just missed having her around, okay?

"Why would I want to get flowers?"

No, really. She wasn't even being sarcastic. She honestly didn't have a clue.

"People like them," Seivarden said, "or I wouldn't be selling them. Not that there have been a lot of customers, but still."

She looked at the roses in a vase on the counter and nudged one with a finger. "They're pretty though, aren't they?"

Rosa considered the roses, not looking very convinced. "I don't know," she said. "They're okay, I guess. I don't think I'm a 'pretty' kind of person."

"No?" Seivarden smiled at her. "Have you figured out what kind of person you are yet?"

She reached for another cup and poured Rosa some tea.

"Actually, I think my shoes are clean," she added, looking down at the dog.

And the dog just looked back up for a long moment before giving one last shoe-lick.

For now.

"Not yet," said Rosa, watching as the tea was poured before reaching for it and inspecting it with narrowed, critical eyes. "Well, except that, whoever I am, I'm pretty badass."

Especially when sipping from a goddamn teacup.

"What even is this? Some kind of...hot leaf water?"

It wasn't bad, just...well...

"You've never had tea before?" Seivarden looked surprised. She might no remember anything, but she knew tea was something essential. "It's not bad tea, actually. I found a bag of it and a pot in the shop."

She added, with just a tiny smirk: "So how do you know you're badass?"