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Covent Garden Flowers, Friday (7/17)

Yasha tended to prefer sleeping outside most nights anyway, despite, or maybe because of, how comfortable the bed in her hotel room was. So after the night's shark catching shenanigans with Beau she'd just headed back toward the hotel and then on her way there found a tree in the park that looked like a good place to sleep. For a couple of hours, anyway, and then when she was woken by one of the new arrivals just headed right to work.

Stopping to pick flowers along the way and put them in her book, of course, because a lot of new varieties in a lot of interesting colors had been cropping up this week.

She was definitely glad to avail herself of the tea she prepared first thing when she got to the shop, and to rearrange the pressed flowers in her book a little more neatly in between all the other things she had to do.

[OOC: lol I had a whole actual post written up and forgot to actually post it before leaving the house. In my defense I am still gleefully flailing about Things that happened with my girls on CR last night. Open, if subject to SP!]

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Magnus plopped a satellite dish down right in front of the store because Isabelle had made noises about needing to decorate the place for some reason. He hadn't paid that much attention, but he had stuff to decorate with, so...

Satellite dish.

"Hey, you guys buy turnips here?" he asked, poking his head into the building.

Yasha blinked at him. "Turnips. No, should we?"

"Well, this pig lady sold me some and I was promised to make money off 'em," Magnus said like that was a perfectly reasonable thing for an NPC to do.

Wasn't it, though, in D&D? That was the kind of thing you'd have to make a wisdom check for, and let's be real, Yasha would almost definitely fail.

"I don't know anything about that. Sorry," Yasha told him, frowning. Frowning because she couldn't even begin to figure out how buying and reselling turnips was supposed to be lucrative, but it still made her look more threatening. She couldn't help it, okay?

PFF. WIS WAS A DUMP STAT AND EVERYONE BUT THE DRUID KNEW IT.

Magnus responded to that with some flexing. Because bring on those intimidation checks, baby!

As long as it was a strength based intimidation check, because Yasha couldn't make a charisma based one to save her life.

Not that she realized that was happening.

She frowned a little bit more. "Why are you doing that?"

If you asked Magnus, all intimidation checks should be based on strength. Unless he could use his Rustic Hospitality as a bonus, that is. He had to trick the DM into that one, though.

"Oh! I thought you were trying to intimidate me and I'm real, real bad at backing down from a challenge?"

If that made any sense.

Yasha and her entire 7 charisma would wholeheartedly agree.

"I wasn't," she said, shaking her head. "But I know what you mean. A lot of people who tried could tell you that except I killed them, so..."

"Nice!" He was totally offering her a high-five for that.

Yasha held her hand up and sort of confusedly returned the high five.

"Thanks, I think?"

Hey, it was nice to not get a negative reaction for that little tidbit.

He very proudly told everyone that one time he cleft a man in twain longways. So.

"Hey, that satellite cool there? I thought it added commentary on the natural world versus progress, you know?"

"Sure," said Yasha in the clear tone of someone who was just going along with it. "It's on the street outside, so I don't really think I have a say in it anyway."

"You always have a say about art," Magnus replied seriously.

"If you say so," Yasha replied, eyeing the satellite dish with clear skepticism. "I found a bottle on the beach this morning with a card that had instructions on making a flower wreath. Maybe I'll make one, and hang it on there for decoration."

"You should! They add to some kind of rating. Thing. I stopped paying attention about halfway through the explanation." Classic D&D.

"There was an explanation?"

Good job, guys.

They clearly needed to do an adventure where there was a very intricate mystery to be solved and then fail miserably at it.

Until someone went and meta-gamed until the DM gave up. Magnus.

"At town hall!" Where he'd left a popcorn machine. Man, he really hoped that popcorn machine was safe.

Yasha had ... a manhole cover in her pocket? And was supposed to find a good place to put it, apparently.

"I try to avoid town hall as much as possible," she admitted. It was that whole trouble with authority thing.

She could put it next to the satellite!

"I mean. I was just there, hoping for turnip prices," he admitted.

She just might put it next to the satellite, yeah.

"Did you get them at least?"

"No," he sighed so hard. They were super going to rot on him.

Unless he ate them and then went around just uprooting and replanting entire trees! Or smashing rocks. Then they wouldn't go to waste, so there was that?

"You can always threaten to kill them, if they won't give you a good price."

Yasha, your sense of humor was so deadpan and so weird.

"I mean. I could. Or I could just slowly whittle away at their self-esteem until they're broken inside, but that's really more of Taako's thing," he said thoughtfully.

"That sounds time-consuming anyway," Yasha noted. "I'm not sure the turnips are worth it."

Cyrano walked into the shop and started looking around, just checking out what there was and whether anything looked insteresting.

Well, that was certainly one brightly colored ... Yasha wasn't actually sure what it was.

"Can I, um, help you?"

Anteater, thank you very much. Just look at the schnozz.

"How's it going', ah-CHOO?" he greeted her in a gruff voice. "I could almost run out of breath running around this store."

"Maybe you shouldn't run then," Yasha said, her tone mild but still laced with sarcasm. "But if that's what you want to do I won't stop you."

Cyrano laughed, good-naturedly. "I like hanging around the youngins like you," he said. "It makes me feel young, too."

He was old, get it.

"I didn't realize that was a service we provided here," replied Yasha, dryly. "I don't know what I would charge for that, though, so I guess you can have that for free."

She didn't have a clue what the conversion rate to Bells was, for one thing.

"I can't just take that service without paying, ah-CHOO!" Cyano kidded, pulling a folded up shirt out of his pockets. "Here, have a football shirt."

"Thank you?" Yasha said slowly, reaching out to take the football shirt from him. "It's just my size, too."

... despite the sarcasm in her voice, it turned out that somehow, the shirt actually was.

Even if it didn't go with the rest of her outfit, devoid as it was of bright colors.

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