save the trees & bees.

charlie snorts, grin pulling at her lips. she’s married a more spontaneous  ( and a little more wild ) version of herself, and she’s never been happier. “ yeah, but it’s not frowned upon at a music festival. or here, for that matter. ” Charlie sits up and almost immediately regrets doing so. “ hoo ! think it’s best if i just stay on the floor, ” she says as she slowly lays back down, the sudden rush to her head slowing like a soft ocean wave. “ how much canabutter did you put in them ??? ”

“Hey Ariel, it’s Adam— the little missus struck again. I need your help.” She may understand his seriousness given that he didn’t greet her with his usual ‘green bean’. He wouldn’t let anyone step on their wishes for this wedding, because they’d already made it impossible to decline a small intimate ceremony. “I need a bulk order of lavender flowers, we’re trying to salvage a situation. How much could you part with.” He’d always respected her as a business woman, and was never one to expect handouts. 

Ariel knew he was serious when he used her first name instead of her favored nickname with him. “Oh shit, okay... Uh, how much do you need? We have a ton of it... I have a thing for it, plus its my favorite flower so I can just give you as much as you need. I’d have to check the numbers but we should have over four hundred plants in the back... I can part with as much as you guys need, family discount and all.” Ariel was serious about her business, but this wedding was a big damn deal and she really liked Adam. He was a good man, at least to her. 

“So we’ve seen. It’s quite nice, though according to my husband even small towns have their dangers. I mean after all there were the murders.” Granted her husband was a cop who liked looking into murders solved and unsolved. She was sure he’d taken a peek at the files since they’d moved. The murder museum only gave so much information. She nods with a smile and pulls a glove on so she can put the cookies into a box. “Coming right up. I’m sure she can’t. She’s my strawberry connection in town” 

Ariel nodded, “yeah... I kind of live by the rules of the largest places are the most intimate, small towns know everything about everyone. It’s not always the best place to be, even if you think it might be.” She grins, looking at her again. “Oh yeah, she’s got the best strawberries, honestly had mine beat... we just kinda combined ideas.”

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“You stopped growing when you were twelve,” he says with a laugh. “I didn’t grow ‘til I was seventeen.” Being a skinny lanky kid must have given him a complex, but the height, muscle and weight he’d gained in his late adolescence had given him a sense of pride. He was eating good and working hard. Plus he couldn’t deny the good body image. “I could deadlift you easy, I have sheep heavier than you,” he teases. They make their way back to the truck for the last heap of fertilizer and now food is on his mind. “I would’ve gone with more variation in the food for the wedding, but Brooke’s family stepped in and we had to tailor it more to their liking.” He shakes his head. “Still gonna be delicious, but markedly tame.”

“See, everyone is bigger than me! Even my marijuana plants are taller than I am... I can’t win, i’m tiny unless i’m in doc martens and then those add ten pounds to my body weight...” She snorts, shaking her head. “But then again those shits are fucking heavy... I swear to god its the leg workout you never knew you needed.” She laughs, rolling her eyes when he mentioned having sheep bigger than her. “Well... that’s old rich folks for you...” her eyes widen as she rolls them, raising her brows. “Kinda seems ridiculous.”

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“Respect the glow up, Ari,” he says rather tongue-in-cheek. He’d heard that term from Brooke and in some articles he’d read. He thought it was funny because it really did apply to him. He’d been skinny for so long, now he likes how he looks. Farm work had given him this figure, and if he was proud of anything he was proud of the farm and proud of his own personal growth. “I think the most effective way to test that is to make some kind of tea,” he suggests, beginning to laugh as he grabs another bag and puts it on the dolly. He lets her take the lead with the wheel barrow this time. “Hey, I’ve never been a food prude. I’m eclectic.” 

“Oh I respect the glow up entirely, you’ve had quite the glow up. I’ve seen the pictures, you’re quite the giant man now. Though, so many people are giant compared to me.” Ariel laughs. She’d always been tiny so next to him she looked even smaller. She looked tiny as hell next to her wife too, so she was used to looking like a fairy. “Ah, yes this is a good point,” she smirks, and then takes the wheelbarrow from him. “Food prude’s don’t have much of a place with me.”

Medea pulled into the greenhouse driveway, pushing her sunglasses up onto her head as she stepped out of the car. She faintly heard the owner call to her as she approached, heading in the direction of the voice. Mads liked to visit the greenhouse–not only to supply her store, but for her personal garden as well. With the weather taking such a pleasant turn, she would certainly be spending more time in the backyard and wanted to be prepared. Idle hands, and whatnot.

“Taking inventory or hiding from the tourists? I’m not so sure myself some days,” the herbalist quipped, lips curling into a cheeky smile.

Ariel glanced up and gave a small smile as she saw the woman walking up. “Currently inventory and waiting on the wife to come home, but I’m also hiding from tourists,” she laughs, shaking her head. “I’m always doing both, the number of times i’ve had to replace flowers because of the tourists is insane...” she sighs, shaking her head a she caps her pen and turns to her. “How can I help you though? Store or personal collection today?”

Nik was pleased to hear that while she was certainly about to bother the woman with dumb questions about plants, she wasn’t going to be bothering her outside of business hours. That was an upside, at the very least. “Can do,” she promised, she had no intention of taking anything without paying for it. “Potted, I think, easy to manage,” she was uncertain, that much was clear “Something small, I’m kind of a rookie,” she confessed with a light chuckle. “Something sturdy but pretty, tough but still attractive,” it sounded like she was describing her type, rather than the kind of plant she was after but whatever, “-not that I plan on killing it but if it was resistant to that sort of thing, I’d be grateful,” now it sounded less like a Tinder profile and more like plant shopping.

“Alright then, I have some plants in mind that you could totally handle.” she smiles, laughing softly as this woman explains her needs. “I get it, killing plants isn't exactly the best thing to do, but it happens a lot so no worries. we are here for your plant needs, plus we have little guide books for each type of plant to avoid the whole death thing... cause i’ve killed a number of plants. no worries.” she smiles, motioning for her to follow. “come on and follow me, i’ll find you the perfect plant.”

“I’m always glad to hear that” She chuckled softly as she reached for a container to put the cookies in. “Actually I got married as well, my husband and I were looking for something a little quieter and Mistpitch fit the bill. Plus my brother is a ranger out here. So it’s nice to be closer to him.” Motioning to the cookies her eyes lift back to the woman. “How many would you like? We’ve got a good sale going on so these things are going like hotcakes..or hot cookies I guess” 

Ariel smiles, nodding softly, “oh yeah... honestly this place is super great, very quiet. I really enjoy being around here, quiet as hell and makes it easy for business.” She smiles again and glances to the cookies. “Oh, uh... can I get a dozen? I’ll take some back to Charlie, can’t possibly say no to cookies.”

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“Please absolutely bring me one of those next time you make ‘em,” Adam says, getting a distinct sense-memory of lavender lemonade that his mother used to make. He lopes back over to his truck with the wheelbarrow and starts putting more bags in. They would need three trips to unload it all. Adam laughs again, but it’s softer now. “Bean stock, how about bean stock?” At least that one would acknowledge his height. He grins at her. 

Without wasting any air, he’s already heading back to the greenhouse. “You can keep them, set them free where you think they’ll be most content,” he says. “Did you know you can get caterpillars stoned on LSD? I wonder if it’s the same for weed and worms.” He uses homemade cannabis moisturizers on his sheeps’ teats of course he’d think about these kinds of things. “Why does that sound good enough to try?” he says good humouredly.

“I’ll put ‘em in with your stash next time,” Ariel promises, smiling softly as she watches him, seeming to be lost in his own thoughts. “Okay, okay we can go with that for now, you’re so picky,” she smirks, shaking her head as a small laugh escapes. 

Mariana’s head lilted as she got a better look at the woman and she couldn’t help but chuckle. Small world. There was an entire country between the bakery she was at now and the one she was at before and still she runs into an old customer. “And yep I am, actually as weird as this is, you’re Ariel right? I pretty sure I made your wedding cake” She chuckles and nods. “Good choice, if you’ll give me just a moment I’ve got to pull them out of the oven.” Stepping back into the kitchen she returned a few minutes later with a tray of freshly baked cookies to slide into their place on display. 

“Oh shit yeah, that was amazing. we loved it.” Ariel smiles, “you’ve gotten yourself pretty far, hm? what brought you all the way here?” she asks, nodding as she went back to the kitchen. what a small world, the woman who made her wedding cake and ariel just accidentally stumbled in here for a snack. “well they look absolutely amazing, smells incredible in here too.”

Technically Nik was already on her shift but she’d decided to duck into the local nursery to pick out some plants for her new apartment, or at least garner some advice on how to grow them if she managed to find any seeds or seedlings she was particularly charmed by. She followed the sound of Ariel’s voice, leading her toward the back of the venue, “Hey, sorry- you guys are open, right? I saw the-” she wiggled her index finger over her left shoulder, gesturing loosely to a sign she’d seen outside. Though she was starting to doubt that she’d read it correctly now, she was pretty sure she was visiting within business hours. 

“I’m not here on business,” she assured, patting the front of her duty vest as she spoke, “- I mean, I am, for you- I’m here for your business,” God, she wished she could just shut the fuck up sometimes but she was prone to dorky rambling, particularly with strangers, “I want to buy some plants- or just one,” duh.

“oh yeah, we’re open. no worries.” Ariel smiles as she turns around, laughing softly as the other girl rambled completely. “I don’t care why you’re here, honestly... kind of a free for all around here. as long as you pay, neither I nor charlie care too much about what you do,” she smiled, tucking her clipboard under her arm. “but if you want a plant, then we can definitely make that happen for you. whatcha looking for? large, small, hanging, potted?” she asks, looking her over. the poor girl seemed nervous as hell for just stepping onto a nursery.