#madi 002

Darragh would never grow accustomed to going out in establishments that suggested (read: demanded) an outfit that didn't consist of the same work boots, jeans, and flannel. But, Darragh had also grown up beside Madi's brother, and therefore was accustomed to a 'drink' meaning some bougie bar in Rittenhouse that he'd never be able to afford alongside groceries that week. When his shift had concluded, Darragh had changed into real pants, not jeans, and a button up, the top few buttons undone. Haley was working a night shift, so he knew he wouldn't be missed, not that he ever thought he was, lately.

It was clear he was out of place when he arrived at Parc, glancing around for a few moments before he located the familiar head of blonde hair. Weaving his way between others, he eventually arrived before Madi with a smile. "I can't remember the last time I had to iron shirt that wasn't a part of my uniform." If he really thought about it, then Darragh would know it was for his wedding day. "I tried to look presentable, but uh... You know me." He'd made a concerted effort, at least.

Lily was on a mission. She had an armful of her best pots that she’d made with Vince, which were in fact three pots that could hold a smallish-to-medium-sized seedling each. She was working on it.

She found Madi’s house, which in the daylight was much easier to spot than when she’d been helping Madi haul laundry back in the middle of the night. She found Madi outside close by and smiled at the sight of her.

“Hi Madi!” she called out. “Sorry for popping in unannounced. But, guess what! I’m an earth-baby now! And I figured I could help you with your garden like we talked about the other day.” She lifted her armful of pots for emphasis, raising her eyebrows and smiling. “What do you say?”