Pick Your Poison, Thursday

[witchoftheflesh]

Adrian was delighted by the appearance of new plants in the store and spent a sizeable portion of his shift going around and familiarizing himself with each one: checking the soil moisture, looking for browning leaves, etc etc. Not that he thought that any plant that Pam was taking care of would be wanting in care and attention, but it was an important part of getting to know a plant.

Sure, sure, he had new stock to set out and he was definitely going to get on that...but plants!

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[joan_of_bark]

Pam found herself downstairs eventually, parking her shoulder against the doorway. She crossed her arms, amused. "Like what I've done with the place?"

[witchoftheflesh]

"Aww, Pam, you shouldn't have," Adrian teased. "But yes! Having greenery around instantly improves any space. This is just a fact."

[joan_of_bark]

"True," Pam said. She raised her cup of coffee. "And I did already check all the pH levels. You don't have to do it again."

[witchoftheflesh]

Adrian snatched his hands away like he'd been caught stealing from a cookie jar. "Not that I think you didn't," he said quickly. "It's just...soothing? If that makes sense?"

[joan_of_bark]

Pam pulled away from the door, and let her fingers trail along the leaves of one of her precious roses as she walked into the shop. The gesture seemed closer to the caress one might give a beloved pet than anything else. "It does," she said. "I'll try my best not to be offended."

[witchoftheflesh]

That just made perfect sense, honestly.

"My plant maintenance routine appreciates your hopeful lack of offense," Adrian said. "And I will offer the same if you ever come visit my greenhouse."

[joan_of_bark]

Pam let out an amused huff. "Appreciated," she said. "How is the greenhouse doing? And the grove?"

She lifted her mug. "And... coffee?"

[witchoftheflesh]

"Both are doing just fine," he said with a contented smile. "The grove is resting now, saving energy and magic both, so that in the spring, both can flower forth in full bloom. It's very peaceful. And, yes, I'd love a cup if you don't mind."

[joan_of_bark]

"One cup for the plant whisperer," Pam said, saluting him with the mug. She turned around, and-- "Also, it looks like the local police force likes your family's pomade."