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The blank confusion on Jimmy’s face as his companion lists off various types of flowers is genuine, at the least. He ends up looking over the flowers, a little lost and showing it, as they’re explained. Once he’s actually offered one, he finds the impetus to respond, but until then he’s nothing but confused.
"That one’s pretty," he agrees, nodding. Still no one across the street. Well, at least he’s learning something. "Lilies I know. And roses. These are carnations?" One hand gestures toward a bunch of flowers near his knee, and Jimmy takes a beat, makes a bit of a face, considering.
"I’d like to get something beautiful, I think. Really impress her with the look of them, you know what I mean? Maybe a small bouquet…thanks so much for your help with this," he adds, letting his eyes turn soft, nearly pleading. "I really have no idea what I’m doing." That part’s almost always true.
Hemlock looks towards where the other gestured. With a nod, he answers. "Yes, carnations. In general, they express love, fascination, and distinction, you know," The spirit rambles, expressing his obviously large knowledge of flowers. He couldn't help it; he was the rambling sort.
He sets aside the daylilies and pauses. His brow furrows in thought as he mulls over the other statement. How was he supposed to put together a bouquet for someone if he hadn't met this person? An interesting challenge, one Hemlock has faced a few times before but wasn't sure he passed.
"You must understand, my friend, that this may be a bit difficult for me as well, seeing I have not met this person. We all have our own definition of beauty, you see." He rubs the back of his neck, eyes glancing from flower to flower, plant to plant. "Still, you are very welcome, mister . . . ?" It had just occurred to him that he has yet to learn the stranger's name.
The bird perched on his shoulder chirps a short tune as the spirit walks towards the newcomer. He eyes them, glancing from their feet and upward, and gives them a half-smile.
“Perhaps you should’ve come better prepared. The wolves do not take kindly to newcomers.”
The bird perched on his shoulder chirps a short tune as the spirit walks towards the newcomer. He eyes them, glancing from their feet and upward, and gives them a half-smile.
"Perhaps you should've come better prepared. The wolves do not take kindly to newcomers."
“‘Hank ye.” She smiled, accepting the coin and placing it in her flower basket. In return, she took a white lily from her basket and held it out to him.
"You're very welcome," he answered with a grin, taking the lily from her. "And thank you as well."
"Seems like you’re doing okay," he counters, reaching himself for the petals of the nearest flower; a waxy orchid. Jimmy doesn’t get very much opportunity to appreciate flowering things. Maybe this wasn’t a horrible idea, after all, as cynical as he is about it.
Surreptitiously, he gives another glance out of the front door. Still no sign of the man he’s supposed to be waiting for. Great, maybe he will get stuck here. And now he needs a reason to stay.
"Okay," he admits suddenly, donning a defeated character and a fixed frown. "I gotta admit, I have no idea what I’m doing. My girlfriend…" The hand that had been playing with the orchid moves to ruffle the back of his hair, an agitated little tic. "She likes flowers. We’ve only been a couple of dates, but I want to get her something special. Something she’ll remember." Clearly regretting having to ask at all, a genuine blush actually touching his cheeks, he grimaces at the other man.
"Can you help me?"
"Growing plants is my specialty," he answers simply. It is one of the many reasons Hemlock opened his shop. The fact that a plant could grow healthy at his touch made raising them so much easier--and, besides, being around them brought a sort of comfort.
He turns to the other once again as he listens to his explanation. Ah, love. Hemlock isn't an expert at it, but helping was something he was meant to do.
"If you are worried with symbolism, roses, orchids, and carnations are possible choices, as well as asters and gardenias," he nods towards the bunch of white flowers on the nearby shelf. He shifts his stance as he continues. "But regarding aesthetic beauty, perhaps bird of paradises, or maybe passion flowers?" Something else catches his eye, and he moves to bring it down and show to the other. "Or, maybe Hemerocallis Hybrids. Daylilies."
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"Jus’ a pennie." She smiled.
He pulled a coin from his pocket and handed it to Lucy. "Here you are."
"…Probably better just wait it out." There was definitely something else on this kid’s mind, but Jimmy wasn’t the type to pry. If they were stuck here too much longer, though, he might have to. Or he could just change the subject instead.
"Not really bothered by a little rain, anyway."
"Perhaps." He strides across the room, checking on the plants on the shelves just to make sure they were in good condition. The leaves and petals seemed to lean towards him when he came close enough--only slightly, barely noticeable.
"It's good for the earth. It seems a little dry this season, don't you think?"
"Aye. I do." She nodded, cheering up instantly at the mention of flowers.
"I would like to purchase some, if you don't mind. How much are they?"
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"Nah, ‘m not." She disagreed. "Nah, ‘m a gutter rat through an’ through. ‘Sides rats are resiliant an’ tough. Not a thing ‘d rather be."
"Really?" He chuckled. He hadn't expected her to be proud to call herself that. "You said you sell lilies, correct?"
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"That’s amazing. The way they react to you. My garden is huge, I inherited my parents estate and turned the yards into one big garden.” She laughs softly before sighing almost sadly. "But the plants don’t like me. Maybe you could come over and help me sometime. I could pay you of course.”
"I would love to. Perhaps the problem is not so big as originally thought." He says it with a sense of hopefulness. "Different plants require different needs, you know."
"Nobody e’er sees i’ ‘at way, trust me. Only ‘ose who’ve experienced i’ really e’er see i’." She mumbled softly. "Doubt i’. ‘Sides, who would e’er let ‘emselves be taught by a rat?"
"I would," he said with a shrug. "Perhaps you're being too down on yourself. You're not a rat, even if your status says otherwise. You are still a person."
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"But wha’ ‘bout all ‘ose people who dun ‘ave good things ta enjoy? The poeple who ‘ave no loved ones? No friends? Can’t ye say i’ would be be’er for ‘em if things didn’t get old an’ died?"
He admits that she has a point. ". . . I suppose I never saw it that way--very selfish of me." He murmured, mostly to himself. Hemlock looks the other over with a knowing look "You would make a good teacher, Lucy."