The funny thing about this island was that the more questions you answered, the more cropped up. Pam had spent a day working on the Pick Your Poison garden, clearing out remains of the greenhouse that had once been there. Weeds had started popping up everywhere, but she hadn't gotten far on identifying what was native and what wasn't.

Perhaps some answers laid in the preserve, or the gardens by the school. The latter, she had found, she couldn't enter - accessible only to students, tucked away in a corner somewhere. The preserve itself was worth a look, something she intended to do that afternoon, when classes were hopefully out and she'd be able to snoop around undisturbed.

For now, though...

"Thank you for the coffee."

The barista, who had spent the past ten minutes fielding questions, took a quick step back as Ivy took the cup from her. Muttered something about how Ivy was welcome, and she'd call about the thing soon, honest.

"It's okay," she said, with a small smile. "You couldn't know."

And with that, she found a seat for herself.

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