[SEASONAL EVENT][OPEN]Herbs and Spice and All Things Nice

Sam did not often walk by the clinic; after all he had little reason to, not knowing any pregnant women nor ever likely to impregnate someone. But the sight of the little planter boxes, a surprisingly delicate sign in the currently ruined town...it attracted him. It seemed like hope, like a flash of optimism in the rubble. Phoebe was stood outside; he didn't know if he knew her well enough to call her a friend (the first time they'd met he'd awkwardly gushed about Remi and said far too much, and the second time she hadn't been pleased with him) but he felt comfortable enough to approach, especially with the added confidence of his new voice. "Hello, Phoebe." He greeted with a smile, nodding at the seeds in her hands. "Are you planting some new things for Flowerbirth? Flowers would look nice in these boxes, I think. Did you make them?" SAMUEL Another little digit on my lifespan, what a bore And what once was fresh and green Now marches in the ranks of the obscene This whole transfiguration thing is such a chore