Covent Garden Flowers, Saturday

[1000yearstoolate]

Coven Garden Flowers was full of snapdragons. Seivarden wasn't sure why the island had decided to torment her, but she knew now to stay away from them, and put up a sign in the window:

Any plant that tries to bite you is 50% off.

Then she made tea.

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[1000yearstoolate]

"A Mercy, right?"

Seivarden took another sip of tea, hiding her hesitation.

"What did you tell her?"

An easier question to ask than admitting she wanted to hear more about it herself.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

"That's right," Tisarwat gestured agreement. "A Mercy, and that's about as far as my experience goes. But I told her I liked it, and a little bit about my decade, and that I really missed it, especially when being on what this planet considers a ship. But that it's no where near as exciting as I imagine it'd be serving on a Sword."

That last part wasn't exactly true; she hadn't told Amaya anything like that and was adding it merely for Seivarden's benefit. Especially considering that Mercy of Kalr had more excitement during her time than it knew what to do with.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Yes, well, a Mercy isn't bad," Seivarden said. "Your decade? Why... oh, human crew?"

She couldn't see any reason to talk about an ancillary crew, especially since it was something that could upset people here.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Tisarwat blinked a little. "Right," she said, remembering that Seivarden's experience with more modern Radchaai politics were limited, if not entirely nonexistent. "Where I'm from, we don't really...use ancillaries much anymore."

[1000yearstoolate]

"No? Maybe I heard something about that."

At that shitty station in the middle of nowhere she had ended up on. She hadn't really trusted those news.

"Isn't that... impractical?"