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[morbid-midweek.livejournal.com]

Wednesday hasn't been in the bar for a while now, as she's been enjoying her summer at home. However, she's not at all unhappy to find herself here tonight instead of one of several spare rooms.

She makes her way to the bar alone - Cicero remains in his large and climate controlled tank in her room now - and orders a lemonade. It arrives promptly, of course, but there is also a very odd bouquet and note with it.

After reading the note, Wednesday just stares at it all for a moment, and then very quietly asks for a pair of scissors. She carries it all to a table and then very carefully begins to snip the rose blooms off the stems.

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[withrocksin]

Ah, but is that lemonade made from real lemons?
Or, in more relevant news: After a bit, Wednesday may find herself with an audience. Imp can't quite decide whether this is some off-Disc custom he hasn't run into yet, or... not, to be polite about it.
"...Why are you doing that?" he finally asks.

[morbid-midweek.livejournal.com]

Wednesday glances up at him.

"So you can appreciate the thorns better."

[withrocksin]

"...Interesting way to approach it."
Yep, jury's still out. But he's trying to be polite.

[morbid-midweek.livejournal.com]

"People get distracted by the blooms." She explains. If you cut them off, the thorns get the attention they deserve."

[withrocksin]

"I don't bellieve I've ever heard that theory before."
Then again, you don't get many roses in Llamedos. Or much in the way of plant life at all.

[morbid-midweek.livejournal.com]

"I learned it from my mother."

[withrocksin]

Imp just nods. He'd say he could see Susan doing that, only she wouldn't - she'd pointedly leave the blossoms attached, more than likely.