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Covent Garden Flowers, Friday (4/10)
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notarockharpistYasha had been very carefully rationing out the pastries Jester had sent to her, and she was nibbling on some kind of frosted cinnamon bun as she came in this morning and started preparing the tea.
That done, she got to work on her latest idea for an arrangement -- she was feeling comfortable enough to get a little bit elaborate with them now -- in between bouts of what was probably going to be an entire day of playing phone tag with a supplier. Good thing she found working with the flowers soothing; the phone tag might have been frustrating enough to make her go into a rage otherwise.
Which would not have been terribly productive, but it might have made her feel better. For a little while, anyway.
[OOC: ... I got nothing, but open.]
That done, she got to work on her latest idea for an arrangement -- she was feeling comfortable enough to get a little bit elaborate with them now -- in between bouts of what was probably going to be an entire day of playing phone tag with a supplier. Good thing she found working with the flowers soothing; the phone tag might have been frustrating enough to make her go into a rage otherwise.
Which would not have been terribly productive, but it might have made her feel better. For a little while, anyway.
[OOC: ... I got nothing, but open.]