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[fortune_sought]

[the CAT activates, seemingly by itself, to show Sophie Smith tending her flower shop. at the moment, she is arranging flowers in the front window, mumbling to herself as she does so. occasionally, she glances up to peer through the window--painted with the curly-lettered message "H. JENKINS FRESH FLOWERS DAILY"--to see if any customers might be coming]

[a voice drifts through the air, saying with a thick Welsh accent:] "If you were expecting an ultraviolet violet or an infra-red geranium, you got it wrong, Mrs. Mad Scientist."

[Sophie jumps at the voice. an expression of worry crosses her face for a moment--and then it passes. she goes back to her work as though nothing has happened, mumbling cheerfully as she puts a final sprig of Baby's Breath into a pot teeming with strange, navy blue roses]

[ooc: Sophie has assumed her resident persona for the current plot.]

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[fortune_sought]

[she wraps the bottom of the bouquet expertly in paper, offering it to him. but she snorts at that plan] Then I'm sure you'll be glad to hear that Jenkins' will be here for many years to come. Good luck at the festival.

[bonnypiperlad]

[For the briefest of moments, Jamie grins.] Good to know, but thank ye all the same. I'll see ye later, Sophie.

[Taking the flowers, he gives her a little wave and heads out of the shop.]