Pick Your Poison, Sunday

[joan_of_bark]

You know, if you disregarded the questions about why Pam was currently sitting on the sofa with her feet up on the table and not moving around a lot, today was very close to perfect.

Janet was in the back room, prepping food for lunch or sorting through inventory. Harley kept breezing through the store, poking at things, keeping up a running commentary on all of the items in Pam's store (and the ridiculousness of her having one in the first place). Somewhere in between, Pam was getting a lot more information about Harley's students than she'd heard over the past few months.

It was nice.

She sipped her hot chocolate with some contentment.

Now if only the constant throbbing pain in her side would leave her be. Then it would really be perfect.

"I'm gonna go put some bows on the plants out front!" Harley hollered, then flung the door open, then marched outside. "And maybe get some more chocolate!"

Yep. Perfect.

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[witchoftheflesh]

Adrian was leading a trio of women all in witches' hats and dressed in black to the store, though they did all have to stop and look at the bows on the plants in confusion.

"Are these people-plants, dearheart?" Agatha asked. "Like you were?"

"I don't think so...?" Adrian said. "But I honestly can't be certain. Maybe Pam will know for sure."

[joan_of_bark]

"Adrian?" Pam called, from the inside. "You can come in, the door's not locked!"

[witchoftheflesh]

"Hey Pam!" Adrian called. "I brought my family to come and say hello!" He escorted his mom and his aunts inside. "Saw the bows on the front plants, cute. Are they plants...?"

Honestly, you never knew.

[gotthatphd]

"I just thought the plants could use some gussyin' up!" Harley called from the back room. Loudly. "Sorry!!"

Pam shot a wry look in the direction of her voice. "She's had a rough few months," she explained, looking up at Adrian. "Don't mind the apologies. Hi, Adrian-- Muriel, Lydia and Agatha, right?"

[oldwifeoftheflesh]

"No apologies needed, they look great!" Adrian called back. "Just wanted to check to make sure they weren't people!"

Things the island made people say.

"Hello Pam," Agatha said, giving Pam a warm smile. "Lovely to see you again." She shot Pam's side a sharp look, but didn't ask about what was wrong. The Blackwoods believed in minding their own business. "Your garden is beautiful. Adrian was telling us all about it on the way over."

[joan_of_bark]

She appreciated the lack of questions. (It made it easier not to think about it.) "He's been a great help," Pam said, remaining on the sofa as she was. "Both in the store and in the garden. We've been trying to make it our own little oasis-- Fandom has plenty of greenery, but also quite a few interdimensional invasive species."

[witchoftheflesh]

Adrian was just going to sigh. Very loudly. "What, dearheart?" Agatha asked.

"Nothing," he said quickly, with a shake of his head. "Just some unpleasantness from when I first moved here. Everything's fine now, just a reminder of more obnoxious times."

[joan_of_bark]

Pam let out a soft huff. "A well-meaning amateur botanist thought it would be a good idea to spread non-native soil all over the island," she said. "She didn't realize the harm."