Arran rarely didn’t follow through on something he said. He’d told the witch he’d wanted some new flowers for the garden and have them he would. So, once the sun had set Arran made his excuses and headed towards Floriade. He set a leisurely stroll; dressed in his usual unassuming winter wear of mittens and a bobble-hat, both a lovely shade of green to match his puffy brown coat. He smiled and waved at several people as he walked and had a friendly smile still in place by the time he arrived at the shop.
He walked inside and looked around, his enhanced senses taking in the wide array of aromas that wafted through the place. Arran pulled his mittens and hat off as he wondered further inside, stopping a further smelling the odd bloom that took his fancy. By the time he reached the owner he was trailing a few fingers idly across the petals.
“Ahh, Mrs Calderon.” he nodding his head slightly, “I hope you don’t my popping in? I thought perhaps we could talk a little more about get some more flowers for my family’s estate.”