Another semester, more new students and potential weirdness.

As long as it was an improvement on the summer, Peter would take it.

That said, he stepped into the store and gave the plants a very stern look. They were quiet.

"I don't care what kind of a mood you're in," he said firmly, "eating or threatening to eat people is not acceptable. If you try to hurt anybody on your own again," he wasn't ruling out island weirdness that wasn't their fault, "I'm locking you all the storeroom. Understand?"

There was a moment more of silence, then a little orchid in the corner started singing. Slowly the rest of them picked up the song, some of them sounding rather sheepish.

Peter nodded. "Thank you. You know it's also much easier to fix you up when you're not being mean."

He'd just be pruning, watering, and taking care of these weirdos the rest of the day.


Covent Garden was open!