Covent Garden Flowers, Friday (9/11)

[notarockharpist]

Yasha had run off for the past few days, off on one of the mysterious disappearances she was prone to (and that the Stormlord had actually allowed her to get off-island to make, for the first time in a little while), and come back this morning just in time to find herself something for breakfast before coming in to work.

After she got to the shop she discovered that it was, for the most part, a rather ordinary day -- the tea to brew and set up, some orders to sort out, a few phone calls to awkwardly stumble through until all she wanted to do was retreat back into the corner and work with the flowers because at least they wouldn't somehow manage to make her feel like they were staring at her from the other end of the phone line.

Nothing particularly out of the ordinary. Except for a new arrival, some kind of flowering vine plant with a light scent she found soothing enough that she kept the pot close at hand while she tinkered with wire and moss and various other flowers. It seemed to like her, and maybe she should have been slightly concerned about that, but ...

Well, it smelled nice, and every now and then it would reach out with its tendrils to sort of snake around her arm and almost ... hug her, which she didn't mind the way she would if it had been an actual person trying to do that. As long as it didn't try to trip her up while she was working, this was an arrangement -- ha -- she could live with.

[OOC: Not to say that Yasha hasn't had her run-ins with flowers she's actually had to make -- and fail -- wisdom saves against but ... this one's fine. Just a little bit of a shout-out to the new sleeve tattoo bb angel girl got this week UGH MY FEELINGS YET AGAIN. Shop/post open, likely SP, etc. etc. etc.]

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[grayskollar]

Adora had been exploring the town in case she might be able to find another way off the island, but then she'd gotten distracted.

"Oh, hi, I remember you from the picnic. With the sword." And the muscles. The very distracting muscles.

[notarockharpist]

Yasha looked up from the arrangement she was working on with an expression not at all unlike a deer in the headlights.

"Oh. You do?" She almost sounded dismayed.

"... hi," she added after a moment, like she'd forgotten that was a thing.

[grayskollar]

Sorry, Yasha. At least she'd not actively trying to hit on you?

"Well, you're kind of memorable, with your everything."

[notarockharpist]

Yeah, that would have been a lot more awkward.

"I'm not trying to be?" Yasha offered, sounding apologetic. And then trying (pretty blatantly) to deflect right after that: "Are you here for something? Flowers, maybe, since that's ... what we ... sell here, you know?"

[grayskollar]

Contrary to what some people believed, Adora was capable of picking up on subtext, she just had highly maladaptive responses because, well, Shadow Weaver and Catra following Shadow Weaver's example.

"Right, flowers, I knew that." She hadn't. "Is that meant to be doing that."

Adora had had...mixed experiences with mobile vines.

[notarockharpist]

"Is what --" Yasha glanced down at the plant that had curled around her arm again. "I think so? It's been doing that all day so far, and I think it's just being friendly?"

No, really, it was fine, but ... 9 Wisdom here, folks.

[grayskollar]

"Oh, okay." Adora didn't know about that negative Wisdom modifier, so she was inclined to take Yasha's word for it. "I have a friend back home who'd probably like it"

At least it was a lot easier to think about Perfuma's reaction than...anyone else's.