Covent Garden Flowers, Saturday

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden had considered not opening the shop today, but it wasn't like staying home was much better. So here she was, drinking copious amounts of tea and making extravagant flowers arrangements, and trying not to think of her ship blowing up and waking up a thousand years later, with everything and everyone new long gone.

"I hate this place."

At least Summer had taken her to that place with pancakes, cats and hot waiters yesterday.

[Open!]