Tangled Vines and Crooked Smiles (closed rp with @damndirtyrat )
He was the last person she would suspect of coming to the nursery. Most of their customers were middle aged mothers with a desire for a picturesque garden, or Elves in charge of a garden for their boss, or something similar. Usually they knew where to go, what to get and required the Dwarf to be the one gathering it all and loading it up. So she was curious. She pulled her gloves off that she'd been using to handle roses for an adamant and pushy elf ("red! They need to be red, not pinkish red!") so she could speak to the customer. For some reason the company preferred no gloves for customer service but gloves were required for transport. She didn't make the rules. "Are you looking for anything in particular, sir? We deal in live plants but also have seeds and garden supplies." Whatever he was looking for, she could hopefully help with. Unless he was one of those people trying to use fertilizer for explosives. She'd already dealt with one this year.
