fandomtownies | Covent Garden Flowers; Wednesday [08/18].

The 10% off to anyone who brings me a coffee sign was back out on the door again. Astrid sort of figured it was a long shot, that lightning wouldn't exactly strike twice, but, in the event that it did, she needed it even more this week than last week. Not because the flowers were still on their lullaby kick...they weren't, they'd moved onto something that sounded a bit more like experimental jazz...but she hadn't been sleeping well since Monday night, and then there was that call...

Look. Astrid had been going to this school long enough and had enough happen to her while she was here to be a little skeptical and reluctant to just give in to a compulsion to go into the woods when she'd been sleeping poorly. She just couldnt' see any scenario where that didn't turn into a whole thing, especially at the end of a semester. So she was trying to put it off, trying to resist it, even though she knew full well that all the distractions for shenanigans and the complicated floral arragements she tried to put together in the meantime, were only going to hold it off for so long...

She was determined to at least make it through a full day of work before she finally wound up probably giving in and then deal with....who even knew what.

She was just...so tired....

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Dwight had been out for a walk early that morning. Because honestly, what else was he going to do to try and distract himself from the sudden urge to go traipsing around in the woods?

As he stood in the doorway, holding two cups of coffee in his hands, he gave Astrid a slight smile.

"Saw the sign while out for this 'way-too-early-in-the-morning' walk. Figured you must be as tired as I am. Thought this might help" he said holding out one of the cups.

Excuse Astrid for a moment. She was already sort of surprised when the sign had actually worked last week, and it was also Miles, and, from her experience, it seemed like a pretty Miles thing to do. So the fact that it had apparently worked two weeks in a row now definitely had her wishing she'd thought of doing something like this a while ago.

She didn't even like coffee all that much, but still!

"Desperate times," she said, "desperate measures, and all that..."

She gave a sort of awkward smile, because random acts of kindness from relative strangers was still definitely not anything she'd gotten used to or even knew what to do with half the time.

"Thanks."

And, almost as if to chase away the idea of random acts of kindness before it got too comfortable, she considered that the sign did offer an incentive on the other side of things:

"What kind of flowers are you looking for?"

"Just looking for something to go with the Bonsai I got a while back." Dwight said simply. "It's doing really well in the shop. Was thinking either another Bonsai or something small to go on the counter with it that won't take up a lot of room."

Dwight looked at Astrid and gave her a small, reassuring smile. "I was already planning on swinging by at some point. The sign was just a small additional incentive."

"I'm glad I put it back up again, then," Astrid noted. "But I really do appreciate it. More caffeine is always appreciated."

Well, not always, but she wasn't about to go into the reasons why she might need more of it than usual lately. And having something else to focus on was going to help a little bit, too, as she looked around to consider the vast array of options.

"And we always have plenty of bonsai around," for some odd reason, "and I can see a pair of them being really complimentary. We've also had a lot of succulents coming in lately, and ferns, but if you've already got a bonsai, maybe something flowering, to add some color. Like some violets or oxalis?"

"Some color would be nice" Dwight agreed, his eyes going towards the violets. "My daughter always loved looking for the wild violets when we would go hiking in the woods where we used to live. I think they might make a nice addition."

He looked at Astrid for a moment before asking "They are fairly hardy aren't they? I don't have a brown thumb necessarily. But it's not always as green as I would like it to be" he added with a slight chuckle.

"Once you kind of get the hang of them," Astrid said, with a faintly encouraging smile and wishing her own memories of violets could be as nice (violets and ash and parting hair; she didn't smell of violets when she last saw her; maybe she'd never smell of them again, she could make that happen...), "they're pretty resilient. They can be kind of picky about water, but we have a pretty detailed care sheet for most of the flowers."

She hesitated with another thought.

"If you're worried about taking care of it, though," she offered, "there's always oleander. You have to be careful, because they're poisonous, but they can survive almost anything."

Dwight considered for a moment then nodded.

"I think the violets should work. I'll start with one of the smaller pots and see how it goes. Should look good with the bonsai."

"I think so, too," Astrid agreed, feeling oddly relieved that he'd stuck with the violets. "So, now I guess you've just got to pick one out. And maybe a pot for it, if you wanted something a little different than the ones they come in. I've painted quite a few of them, myself."

Not to mention all the ones she'd smashed and then put together different in her frequent attempts at flower pot kintsugi.

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