Feels Like Summer

@jvckofhearts

So, the holidays were rolling around. 

They used to be so much fun. Jill would look back on past years with a heart filled with warmth and nostalgia, but now there was the added pang of grief. Her dad was gone, and her relationship with her mom was strained at best. At least Jack and Agate and Bob were all here… but the holidays as an adult were never really the same. They were so loaded, now.

[SMS] to “Jack 💖”: Are you up for gingerbread houses from scratch? I miss you :c

Be as it may that the magic of the holidays had been lost for him for quite some time now, but no matter how scarce it was, it remained alive thanks to his sister. He always remembered fondly of the celebrations they had together with their family, albeit reminiscing upon them was not without a tinge of sadness; nevertheless, perhaps some things could go back to the way they were. Imperfectly so, but still, a possibility in the wake of his thoughts.

He bangs his fist on the wall shared with Jill to indicate that he is coming over - locking his apartment door and walking in hers. 

“Did I hear a gingerbread house competition in the midst? ♪”

“Noted!” Jill nodded. “Thank you, Georgia. I really appreciate it.”

Following Georgia’s gaze, Jill lets her head fall back so that it’s faced up towards the sky too. “Yeah, it’s getting a little late. I guess there’s a limit to how much I can loaf off during the day.” 

“Remind me about those lessons, okay? I’m liable to forget things.” She admitted sheepishly. “But I’m looking forward to them!”

🐎 - She grins, playfully nudging the other girl in the side. “Hey, anytime! I’m always happy to help my friends.”

With a laugh, Georgia pushes herself off the ground, dusting off her pants once she’s back on her feet. She gathers up the flower crowns she made, figuring she could give them out to people, or maybe even drop some off for the kids at the orphanage, before turning to Jill with a smile.

“Ah, you’ve got a leaf stuck on your leg.” She pointed out the little stowaway and brushed it off for Georgia.

“You know there are some flowers that eventually turn into vegetables? Like squash blossom, it turns into different kinds of gourds depending on the seed.” Jill quipped, sharing the odd little anecdote she had learned while working there. 

“Maybe try your hand with those? And if you need more help, you can always come here. We’re more than happy to provide help and tools and tips and stuff.”

She herself knew a few tips and tricks that could bring some plants back from the brink. 

The woman’s offer of farm work made Jill raise her eyebrows. “I’ll… think about it. For sure.” She smiled. It was a very tempting idea, but between the flower shop and her work here, the real question was; would she be able to handle it?

“I-I’m Jill.”

Might as well get her name out before either of them forgot.

“Oh? So then, are those flowers different than how vegetables are normally fertilized?” Mist asked. “…Well, you know, even non-vegetable flowers can be tricky enough. I did try growing different things, once upon a time, but even something like turnips were a little tricky for me. I wonder why…”

She shrugged. “In any case, I think I’ll stick to easy-to-grow flowers, just for now.” 

“In any case, I think I’ll stick to easy-to-grow flowers, just for now.”

Jill nodded. “I can show you where those are too!”

“That’s fair! I do love most flowers over vegetables… But only one flower can beat a freshly grown turnip~” Mist grinned. “Sadly though, I don’t have much of a green thumb for vegetables, myself. Although I’ve done all right with a few flowers here and there, it seems that farmwork is outside of my abilities.”

“But hey!” she clapped her hands together. “If you ever do want to go to work on a farm, I know just the place for you! They’re hiring, and in desperate need of a farmer! I’d be happy to point you in that direction.”

“You know there are some flowers that eventually turn into vegetables? Like squash blossom, it turns into different kinds of gourds depending on the seed.” Jill quipped, sharing the odd little anecdote she had learned while working there. 

“Maybe try your hand with those? And if you need more help, you can always come here. We’re more than happy to provide help and tools and tips and stuff.”

She herself knew a few tips and tricks that could bring some plants back from the brink. 

The woman’s offer of farm work made Jill raise her eyebrows. “I’ll... think about it. For sure.” She smiled. It was a very tempting idea, but between the flower shop and her work here, the real question was; would she be able to handle it?

“I-I’m Jill.”

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Mist didn’t hate the cold, or anything like that. Winter had its own perks, along with every season. However, she did prefer to feel the sun on her skin, rather than a cold winter breeze cutting across her cheeks. During this season, it was especially nice to seek out places and people who were warmer. And so, even though she hadn’t stopped by in a while, Mist decided to pay a visit to the Botanical Gardens. It promised to be colorful, as well as good shelter from the oncoming winter weather.

She turned towards the employee who greeted her, and gave a kind smile in return. “Oh, I was just putzing around, mostly,” she said. “But unless I’m mistaken, you grow vegetables in addition to flowers, right? Could you point me in the direction of those?”

“Oh! Yes, of course. It’s close by.” Jill nodded, motioning for the woman to follow her. 

“Y’know, sometimes I forget we grow vegetables here.” She laughed as she walked. “I’m more of a flower person myself, but occasionally I think it might be nice running a farm. Or at least working on one.” 

🐎 - Georgia laughs, giving Jill a playful nudge in return. “Ain’t that the truth? Goddess knows I have no problem offerin’ my two cents.” She winks, “So if you ever need a little reality check? I’m your gal.”

She leans back on her arms and lets out a sigh, looking up towards the sky. “Whew! As much as I love sittin’ in this meadow, I reckon we should be headin’ out pretty soon. I’m gettin’ kinda hungry…”

“Noted!” Jill nodded. “Thank you, Georgia. I really appreciate it.”

Following Georgia’s gaze, Jill lets her head fall back so that it’s faced up towards the sky too. “Yeah, it’s getting a little late. I guess there’s a limit to how much I can loaf off during the day.”