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Fit the Sixth, in Which Gibbs Pines, but Only a Little. He Also Grievously Misuses a Funeral Urn.

[Anyone passing the greenhouses today might hear a rusty sailor's voice singing a melancholy tune. If you go inside to investigate, you will come upon Joshamee Gibbs arranging flowers in a rather funereal urn

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[tiatiatiatiatia]

[Guess who else misses Liz. And guess who else doesn't like to drink alone.]

What're you doin', Mistah?

[Don't mind her, she's just passing through, killing picking more flowers for the vase in her classroom.]

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[Gibbs looks up from where he is trying to prod a broken carnation stem into the mix.]

Hallo, mistress--just making a bit of a present, here, for Miss Swann, should she return. Are you in need of maintenance?

[Because Gibbs, he does Janitorial and Maintaining Stuff. Or. Tries.]

[tiatiatiatiatia]

Me? Oh, no, jus' pickin' anothah bouquet t'brighten th'dance studio up.

[She peers over his shoulder at the urn.] You know Liz'beth?

[slap_me_thrice]

Aye, I do know Miss Elizabeth, mistress. [Gibbs stops his arranging so he can snap off a few lilies for Tia, handing them to her.] And I wouldn't be a truthful man if I said I weren't worried about her.

[tiatiatiatiatia]

[Lottie. Her name is Lottie.

She giggles a little, accepting them. Though, her smile falls a bit.]

I'm... really worried 'bout her too.

[slap_me_thrice]

She can look after herself, though--there's that.

[tiatiatiatiatia]

But if it's th'Mist...

[slap_me_thrice]

She CAN look after herself, mistress Tia! I won't hear another word about that. And when she returns? Flowers!