fandomtownies | Covent Garden Flowers, Thursday

Octavia wasn't much of a pointer on most days, because she didn't tend to talk with her hands very much at all, and her social interactions in general were pretty limited.

But, ever since she'd figured out what today's weirdness was, she kept occasionally pointing at things at random while she worked. It was her last shift before Christmas, there was a lot to get done, and the chocolate wreaths (not that she would have known to call them that) made for great snacks inbetween putting together various orders of varying combinations of red and green and white.

Besides, chocolate was good. Full stop.

(Also, yes, she was still going to have actual lunch at some point.)

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