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[ofthefamily]

Carlisle has been trying to stay more in Forks of late, with Bella still needing care, and Edward needing what little support he'd be willing to accept.

That being the case, his flowers were kept for him by the Bar, still fresh and bright when he arrives to see if he has any messages.

The note attached is read quickly:

...it confounds all notion of time:
effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end.

It puts a smile on Carlisle's face. The flowers will look great in the infirmary, pollen be damned for now.

[ooc: meeting in 30 minutes and general work-slow.]

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[ofthefamily]

"Yes it is."

A light touch to one of the blossoms before clearing his head.

"I'm sorry; I haven't introduced myself. Carlisle Cullen."

[raptorcanaria]

"Dinah Lance," she offers, dismissing the apology as unneeded.

"I'm the florist."

[ofthefamily]

"Oh! Fantastic; you did a very lovely job. You took a lot of orders here?"

[raptorcanaria]

"A few," she answers, meaning that yes, a lot. "Not so much that I hated it, like I'd get at home sometimes."

[ofthefamily]

"I suppose around Saint Valentine's Day everyone gets a little excited when it comes to flowers and sending people gifts."

It's nowhere near Valentine's Day in Forks, but suddenly Carlisle starts to wonder if he should have sent Esme something.

Whoops.

[raptorcanaria]

"Yeah," Dinah says. "It's the most important part of the year for making a profit, back home."

[ofthefamily]

"Much to your chagrin?" Carlisle hazards.

[raptorcanaria]

Dinah grins in acknowledgment.

"It takes all the fun out of it."