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[rosemarynthyme]

[We have one (1) pissed off love angel with a basket of flowers. It is in fact the TARDIS of baskets, containing unlimited amounts of every flower known to humanity plus a few others. Around her neck is a sign saying "Flowers are the New You". She feels compelled to give people flowers that describe them.

Make her suffer. :D]

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[beenwithamazon]

Ooh, flowers! Are those for me?

[rosemarynthyme]

*blinks at you, then hands over forget-me-not*

They're to share.

[beenwithamazon]

So are you just unbelievably sweet, or did camp stick you here with the sign?

[tucks it into a pocket]

[rosemarynthyme]

Stuck me here with a sign. I am grateful that I am not dressed as Santa Claus and have to listen to snotty brats talk about Christmas.

[beenwithamazon]

Ouch. Hope it doesn't last too long.

[rosemarynthyme]

Me too, but there's a lot of flowers.

Scarlett O'Hara. Who's your wife?

[beenwithamazon]

[LOOKS AROUND FOR ZOE]

Uh. Mrs. Not Appearing On The Scene Washburne?

[rosemarynthyme]

She's interesting. She doesn't say much but she doesn't need to.

[beenwithamazon]

You've met Zoe, huh?

[rosemarynthyme]

No. Then I'd know who she was.

[beenwithamazon]

Well, yeah, but. Okay, what the hell?

[rosemarynthyme]

*shrug*

Don't think on it.

[beenwithamazon]

...uh. Okay, sure, kid.

[rosemarynthyme]

It'll only confuse you. What's your name?

[beenwithamazon]

Yeah, confused I can deal with, though. Also, I'm already confused.

I'm Wash. You?

[rosemarynthyme]

Scarlett O'Hara.

...I'm an angel.