fandomtownies | The Perk; Late Sunday Morning [10/20].

After about the sixth time some mysterious figure jumped out from the shadows of the shop or the door to the supply closet flew open without any sort of discernible provocation, Amaya realized that she wasn't going to get any work done. Not without a great sacrifice to the tools she was throwing at the startling events or by accidentally smacking some unfortunate passerby drifting by the shop's large, open front window as she heaved around some sharp bit of metal. Which was a shame, really, because Amaya would always come out of a vacation wanting to do nothing but work, but, at this point, with the shop seeming to be intent on startling her (or possibly breaking all her hammers), she wasn't going to get any of it done there.

So even though she'd much rather be in front of her forge or an anvil right now, Amaya felt it would be safer for everyone involved if she just packed up and relocated. Couldn't exactly do metalwork in a coffee shop, but she did have her notebooks and her sketches and her plans and her equations to poke at, and, before long, after taking over a table and completely covering it with her work, Amaya was so drawn in and invested in her ideas that she even stopped noticing how her supposedly black coffee still managed to taste faintly of pumpkin spice.

[[ idk, work is incredibly dull today. Open for all your perkly needs, of course! ]]

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Seivarden had seen Amaya through the window, or she wouldn't have entered The Perk. She had no patience for rude staff today, so she ignored them and headed straight to Amaya's table.

"I had assumed you would be found in the forge today," she said, taking a seat.

"That had been the original plan," said Amaya, with a sigh, after she took a moment to look up, blink a few times, and get herself back into the real world and out of all her sketches and equations. "But for the sake of my tools and any poor sop who came waltzing in looking for daggers with just a mite too much enthusiasm, I figured it was best to shut down for the day. Don't know if you've had to deal with it, but the place seems set on startling me. And when I get startled, I get swinging. ....Or throwing, if distance is a factor. Either way, it's not exactly the safest place for bein' startled in general, and so..."

She gestured at the table absolutely blanketed in papers and books, then reached for her coffee, which had...definitely gone cold by now.

She was drinking it anyway, though, of course.

"Remind me never to startle you," Seivarden said. "Oh, by the way, I had a store full of those nasty plants yesterday, did any of yours escape?"

"Yeah, it's generally a good rule of thumb to not startle the person who spends most of her day hitting things really, really hard," Amaya agreed with an amused grin. "And what nasty plants?"

She loved those plants, dammit! So it took her a second to realize what Seivarden might have been talking about.

"Oh! You mean the snapdragons?" She thought a moment and shook her head. "No, they were all present and accounted for when I got home. Thanks, by the way, for taking care of everything, the greenhouse looked great. But I think if you were dealing with snapdragons at the store, I don't think they were mine. Sounds a bit like the shop might have just been trying to get your goat a bit."

"I tried to sell them at a discount, but no one wanted one," Seivarden said, teasing a bit. "Yours did get water though. Oh, and mine is doing well, I noticed."

"Well," Amaya reasoned easily, "snapdragons aren't for everyone, it definitely takes a little more caring for them than your average plant, but, if you ask me, that's kind of the point. Though I am pleased to see your little one's thriving in there, too; bit easier dealing with that one so far."

"Talking about that one," Seivarden said. "You know what it's used for, don't you?"

"Well, sure," Amaya shrugged a little. "Wouldn't make much sense to take on a new plant without looking into what it was and how to take care of it. I imagine you'd be interested in some of the more...err...medicinal properties of the little guy, and that's probably why Summer got it for you?"

"Yeah, I don't see any other reason why Summer would get me a plant," Seivarden said. "Are you familiar with those kinds of plants?"

It wasn't like she had ever been growing any kind of drug herself before.

"Not particularly," Amaya admitted. "Most of what I grew back in Daventry was for aesthetics, and just for that sense of accomplishment that goes along with a well-tended garden, a few vegetables of my own, that sort of thing. We've got an apothecarist couple back there and, at one point, I thought maybe I might be a little enterprising and try to grow something they could use for their own potions and whatnot, but they tried undercutting me every step of the way and, overall, it just wasn't worth it, especially since most things like that grow better in the wild anyway."

And it had crossed her mind, wondering exactly what she might be able to get out of the Hobblepots with this new plant, too, but she had to remind herself that it was still Seivarden's plant, she was just tending to it for her.

"You're supposed to dry the leaves," Seivarden said. "At least that's the easiest way, I guess."

That was like the stuff Sparkle had given her once.

"Do you know how to best do that? I looked on that thing called the Internet, but considering all the things you can find there I'm not sure it's trustworthy."

"I do live over essentially a big giant furnace," Amaya pointed out with a small smirk. "I don't think drying should be an issue. I imagine it'd be just the same as drying herbs. But I can look into it a little more, sort of weed out," heh, "the good information and the bad."

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