candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
"So would dragon bones I imagine." Flora points out, holding onto her previous suggestion for no other reason than she was a twin and prone to bickering and was it a bit fun to get under Jack's skin, (especially given her ignorance about how dangerous of a man he was?), absolutely.
"Pfff, what are you, psychic?" She jests, and even if he was, Flora was doing a pretty good job of painting quite the scene in her mind even if it did come straight out of a romance novel.
"They might not be your thing, Jack, but you might find customers there. Customers who want more than just boring old herbs." Flora lectures as if she has any idea at all, while over stirring her batter.
"Pfff, what are you, psychic?" She jests, and even if he was, Flora was doing a pretty good job of painting quite the scene in her mind even if it did come straight out of a romance novel.
"They might not be your thing, Jack, but you might find customers there. Customers who want more than just boring old herbs." Flora lectures as if she has any idea at all, while over stirring her batter.
