Emma studies her, and puts a hand on her cheek in ponderance. "Ah, that look in your eye Miss Woods... there is something I need to speak with you about, but I will save it for next time." A smile, and she hands a small pouch to the other. "When the snow melts I wonder what will bloom from the unmarked seeds? I hope you will be able to enjoy them, whatever they may bring."
“I-I’m a real big mess right now, miss. I don’t even know where my hat is…so please, give ‘em to someone who really deserves them…”

















