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Covent Garden Flowers, Saturday

Issa's tail flicked as she stared up at the top shelves, where a group of sparrows had gathered for a botany class. Issa, who had no interest in botany, was staring at them, letting out noises, while the birds just ignored her. Eventually one of the birds told the others:

"Just ignore the cat, she'll get bored as soon as someone gives her smelly food from a can."

"Fuck you! You, stupid, flapping... food!"

Seivarden raised an eyebrow. The cat must be really angry, because she hadn't been swearing a lot during the past few days.

Then Issa leapt on to one of the lower shelves, knocking a few pots to the floor, clearly aiming to climb up to the birds, but Seivarden grabbed her before she got any further.

"What are you doing?!"

This was how Issa ended up in the storage room, which meant Seivarden had to endure both scratching at the door, and long accusations and letting her know how terribly Issa was suffering.

Things had to be back to normal soon, didn't they?

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"Hiiii, Seivarden!" Summer chirped brightly as she came prancing into the flower shop, with Pancakes prancing happily behind her.

And if cats could smirk, that was exactly what Pancakes would be doing as she sang after Summer, "Hiiiiii, Iiiisssssaaaaaa~! Ooooh! Birds!"

And as Pancakes got thoroughly distracted, Summer leaned on the counter a little. "Remember that time I tried to poison Pancakes over there and you gave me catnip instead? You guys have any more of that?"

She had Pancakes had plans.

The scratching on the door increased, now with added swearing.

"If you take my birds I'll fucking claw your eyes out!"

The birds looked down at Pancakes.

"Oh, look, there's another one. Do you think she can fly?"

Bird giggling followed.

Seivarden looked at Summer. "Catnip? Sure, but do you really want that?"

Why hadn't she thought of that herself?

"Yeah, no," Summer grinned up at the birds, "this one definitely doesn't fly. Not unless you want cat puke all over you."

"Summer!" Pancakes gasped. "Do you really have to tell everyone about that?"

"You know I doooo," Summer sang back, smiling at the cat adoringly before her attention shifted back to Seivarden and Pancakes went to go sniff at the door where the scratching and the Issa-smell was coming from. "And yes, I do really want that. How many chances am I seriously going to get to get high with my cat and actually find out what she's thinking?? Tonight's gonna be liiiiit."

They were going to paint their nails and claws respectively, too.

She was kind of mad she didn't even think of this until this morning, actually.

And while Summer was explaining, Pancakes pawed at the storage room door a little. "Issa, why are you behind this door??"

"That's what you want to do?"

Seivarden knew better than to be surprised, but still. "I thought you just wanted her to..." she made a gesture with her hand, realizing that saying 'stop bossing you around' wasn't the right thing to say.

"I nearly caught a bird!" Issa called out, which made the birds giggle.

"She pushed some flower pots off the shelves," one of them whispered loudly to Pancakes.

"Those flower pots probably deserved it," said the cat who had diligently destroyed about a quarter of Caritas' glassware on Wednesdays, because they also deserved it. She pawed at the door a little more, scratched at it a little, looking at the humans dolefully as if that would do anything to help get the door open. But then she got tired of that and examined the birds a little more critically.

"I bet I could catch one," she mused.

"No, you couldn't," Summer informed her. "You couldn't even catch your own tail, Pancakes."

"Ugh!" Pancakes gagged like she had a hairball on its way. "Why would I even want to do that? That's what dogs do!"

"Anyway," Summer's attention shifted back to the other human in the room and the task at hand, "that stuff you gave me last time was pretty freakin' effective, so we'll take some more of that if you've still got any."

Issa was still scratching behind that door, and now Seivarden gave up. She sighed and walked over to open it, letting Issa slip through it. The cat glared up at her, offended, then turned her back, her tail swiping across the floor.

"We do," Seivarden said, turning to Summer. How much do you want?"

Pancakes watched the interplay between Issa and her human with interest, before her attention shifted over to the supply room itself, tentatively padding closer to sniff into the space beyond the door to sort of guage what sort of experience Issa might have had while in there, which she determined could not have been pleasant and so she was passing a mildly disbelieving look up at Seivarden, wondering how she could even live with herself, having done that to her cat.

And then a mildly disbelieving look for Issa, too, wondering how she could have let her human even do that to her.

Even when she could talk, Pancakes prefered non-verbal communication, but she did add, to Issa, "Well, at least that's over, and you even managed to survive." Though her tone suggested that she couldn't fathom how.

She looked back over to the humans to add, "Not too much. Too much makes me feel anxious."

"Yeah," said Summer, "I'm totally just taking a whole plant. Might as well start growing my own at this point."

Issa wasn't going to forgive this for a while, and in front of Pancakes too. How embarrassing, and terrible.

"Of course I did," she said. "Now, important things. What do you say about sharing the birds?"

"Sounds like a good idea," Seivarden said, then added, after a moment of hesitation: "I'm assuming that's only for the cat. We don't have anything for humans, sadly."

The sadly was actually just a polite sadly.

Pancakes' eyes drifted up toward the birds who were, absolutely, already starting to feel a little wary and worried that there were now two cats and they seemed to be amiable (enough) toward each other. And then Pancakes cocked her head a little to the side, gesturing to Issa a spot behind a particularly large potted fern where they could perhaps have a more...private consultation.

"Obviously," she whispered, "now there there are two of us, we can stage a better attack. One of us to drive them off their perch, the other to catch them as they flee in panic."

"Yeah, no," said Summer, grinning faintly, "just for Pancakes. I got my own stuff. Even if I was desperate, I don't think I'd even stoop to that level."

Although she had seen it done before, because teenagers were stupid, especially in a crowd with other stupid teenagers.

Issa would have preferred to come up with a plan herself, but this wasn't a bad plan, so she decided to go along with it.

"If you climb up this shelves," she suggested, "I'll hide in that large pot and catch them.

"Where did the cats go?" one of the birds asked.

"There, behind the pot," another one replied.

Now they all stared at the cats.

Seivarden reached for a catnip plant. "Your own stuff? What do you have? There's not a lot around this island, is there?"

Pancakes looked at Issa a bit dubiously. "Do you think you can be fast enough?" she asked, which made it pretty clear that she wasn't sure that she could be. "Then again, I'd probably have an easier time with the climbing thing, as well..."

She was just so young and lanky and spry, and not weighed down by all that fur, so Pancakes naturally thought she'd be the better of the two of nearly any physical demands that would involve speed, grace, balance, stealth, etc, etc, etc...

"Nooooo," Summer said, her head tilting a little with a spark of curiosity. "Not that I know of, and I'd like to think, if there was, I'd know. And it's just, y'know, pot, nothing, like, too crazy or anything. I just get it from a few friends back home, because it's easy enough, and it sure beats just huffing pottery enamel."

Which had been an interesting experience and she did not overall regret it, but it didn't even make the list of top five for her.

Pancakes was younger, but Issa liked to think she had more experience.

"Of course I can be fast enough," she said, then quickly sneaked up to the pot and jumped into it. That might have worked, if it wasn't for the fact that it now looked like a large, purring white fur bush grew there.

"I suppose you could have the plant for free," Seivarden said. "In exchange for some of the pot."

She hadn't been able to get hold of any since that bag Sparkle had given her.

"See, the thing iiiiis..." said Summer, after regarding Seivarden thoughtfully for a moment. "I don't have a whole lot right now?" And what she did have was really good shit; there was no way she was wasting her really good shit on Seivarden. "But I can definitely get more, and pretty quickly, too, probably. So you'll need to take a rain check, or I can just pay you for the catnip now, and you can pay me for the goods later."

This was, also, quite possibly the funniest thing in the entire world to Summer right now, and she was exceptionally proud of how straight of a face she was keeping. Up until the very end, anyway, where she gave a small snort and a smirk slipped out.

"And you say there's nothing fun to do around here," she couldn't help but add.

Meanwhile, in the B-plot, Pancakes was just sort of looking at that large, purring white fur bush in the pot with the mental equivalent of a shake of her head before starting to skirt around the outside of the shop the long way in order to throw those birds off her trail, hoping her nice perfectly-cooked-pancake coat would mingle in well with all the greenery of the plants. Just in case, though, she went ahead and saw a small vase on a shelf, and took a few moments to nudge it just right on the edge, and brush it with her tail as she passed by...enough to send it teetering as a distraction while she reached the shelves and attempts to scale them without the birds noticing.

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