Covent Garden Flowers, Friday (12/17)

[notarockharpist]

Yasha had done her best to shake off as much of the oddly sweet and fluffy snow at the doorway when she arrived this morning, but there was just no getting around the fact that some of it was going to get stuck (more or less literally) in her hair.

She kept absently picking bits of it out of her hair and nibbling on it as she did her rounds tending to all the plants (yes, it was probably kind of gross, no, she absolutely did not care), making a mental note that the next time Jester sent one of her rambling and inevitably cut off magical messages, she was going to ask Jester's opinion of marshmallows, because they seemed exactly like a Jester thing. Oblivious of the possibility that someday Jester, after they knew each other better, might compare both her and Beau to marshmallows because they were "warm and gooey on the inside." To which Yasha might argue that she'd been left over the fire too long.

Other than the unexpected snack, it looked like it was going to be an absolutely normal day of work. Yup. Not noteworthy at all.

[OOC: Like I could pass up a reference to one of my favorite conversations when marshmallows were on the advent menu today. Open and all that!]