#flowers-response

The problem was she couldn't see due to the pile of books in her arms. She was relying on her Ghost, Church, to guide her, but in the split second he was distracted, Notts turned a corner and ran into someone.

Notts yelped at the sudden contact, spinning around and snatching at the end. "Scout!" She squealed, flustered.

And oh boy. Did it get a reaction out of Church.

- Blankets haphazardly folded and thrown over the back of the couch

- Kittens sleeping in a kitten pile

- Holding hands on a cold day

- Oversized sweaters

But she persisted, eventually getting him up onto the couch and settling beside him, though Scout was quick to move himself to be resting half in her lap. The floor would be way easier for cuddles...

Forget-Me-Not glanced over her shoulder and blinked. It did appear that there was something following them!

“Oh, hey, here!” Forget-Me-Not ran up carrying a basket of rhubarb stalks, already cleaned and with leaves removed.

There was... a lot of rhubarb in the basket. 

She held it out. “I have a little bit of spare produce from my garden,” Notts informed cheerily, “and I wanted to share the bounty of my harvest with you. Would you be interested?”

“A little?” Church poked out from her bag. “What the fuck do you mean a little--”

“YES,” Notts said quickly as she shoved Church back into her bag, ignoring his yelp. “Just. A little. Please. Take some.”

Her voice had a bit of a pleading edge to it.

It was possible that her rhubarb plant had a wonderful growing season and now her kitchen was overrun with it. There were only so many jams and spreads and pies one could make.

Scout: How would you like your coffee?

Forget-Me-Not: As dark as my soul.

Scout: Got it, one cup of milk coming right up!