Covent Garden Flowers, Friday (8/21)

[notarockharpist]

Yasha was ... exhausted, to say the very least, and by this point in the week she was just approaching everything with the resignation of someone who figured she deserved what she was getting, anyway. She set about getting the tea prepared for the day and the shop otherwise ready to open, maybe scowling just a bit more than usual.

Occasionally, when the onslaught of amplified memories got to be too much, she might -- having discovered this little trick by accident the day before -- reach out and touch a pair of shears or a roll of floral tape, some object close at hand, and turn it into a localized source of magical light for the next hour.

If that just happened to catch a Night Mare in time for her to at least punch it before it ran off, she'd take the brief moment of satisfaction.

[OOC: Shop/post open. Free gift of trauma with every purchase today!]

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[stykera]

Stark was just wandering aimlessly around the island at this point. Sitting still might lead to closing his eye and he didn't want that. He wasn't sure he'd ever actually been in this shop before but perhaps plants would be soothing. At the very least, he thought as he entered the shop, it was a change of scenery.

[notarockharpist]

Yasha looked up from the arrangement she'd been trying and failing to work on for an hour, grateful for the distraction.

"Can I -- can I help you?"

[stykera]

That ought to have been an easy question. And yet.

"I'm not sure," Stark said after a moment, looking around. "I...think I'm just looking." For anything that didn't lead to screaming. "I thought flowers, maybe, flowers would be a distraction?"

[notarockharpist]

"Flowers are good for a lot of things," Yasha answered with the briefest flash of a tiny smile. A smile that faltered pretty quickly, granted, but it was there.

"I'm getting quite the collection," she said to Molly, proudly displaying the half dozen or so new flowers she'd picked on this leg of their travels before she tucked them away between the pages of the etiquette book he'd given her.

And both of them were gone now.

"... did you have anything particular in mind? I don't know, a favorite color, maybe?"

[stykera]

He shook his head a few times, trying to clear it of whatever memory that might have been.

"Blue," he answered quickly. "Always blue. But there aren't many of those. Usually." Although Fandom being Fandom there might be.

Birds of paradise weren't blue and might lead to some interesting memories so he wasn't actively seeking those out. But if they happened to be visible...

[notarockharpist]

"Blue," Yasha echoed with the vaguest hint of something that could've been amusement if she didn't look so worn down by the last few days, and idly fingered a couple of the blue ribbons braided into her hair. "It's a good choice. I can see what I have? I know I had some blue flowers a few weeks ago."

She ducked into the cooler and emerged with a small spray of cornflowers that she held out to him.

"How about these?"

[stykera]

"They're blue," Stark said, as if that were all that mattered. Maybe it was. "I wasn't sure. If there would be any."

"I don't buy flowers often. Ever, really. Thank you. What do I owe?" He paused. "I don't have anything to put them in."

He might have a water glass, perhaps, but there would be something better here, wouldn't there? Maybe if he took a moment to look in a less well-lit corner.