Room 204, Monday afternoon

[hidingthorns]

Margaery, with her day off, had made her way into town. She'd taken her time wandering the streets and peering in shop windows, and had a bit of a bounty to show for it. First and foremost, Margaery had changed her dragons, stags and coppers into money suitable for this world (and Ringo hadn't been wrong; she was still rich. Hooray exchange rates

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[greenexorcist]

Shiemi hadn't been sure how she would feel about using a western tub, but she had actually enjoyed herself and was humming as she came back to the room.

"Ah! Welcome home, Lady Margaery. Did you have fun?" And then she saw the plant and her face melted into a pure happiness. "Ah! Roses! You have roses!"

[hidingthorns]

"I hope you don't mind," Margaery said, smiling over at her roommate. It certainly didn't seem as if she did. "I'm rather fond of roses."

Considering nearly everything she owned was embroidered, embossed, or engraved with roses, it may have already been obvious.

"How does the day find you?"

[greenexorcist]

There was a difference between liking how a flower looked and caring for them!!

"I love it..." Shieme stared hearts at the plant, her fingers flexing as she tried to hold back from fiddling with it. The soil, was it moist enough? That spot certainly got enough sun, but perhaps a small book underneath to get it just a little higher...

And the day was, well, getting rosier by the minute.

[hidingthorns]

Margaery looked from Shiemi to the plant and back again, curious. "Are you a gardener?" she guessed, tilting her head. This seemed to go beyond ordinary aesthetic appreciation. "My family's castle has many gardens filled with flowers, but I admit that I'm not especially skilled at caring for them, myself."

She shrugged a shoulder. "I'd appreciate any advice, or help with it."

[greenexorcist]

"I am! My Grandmother taught me all kinds of things!" Shiemi was practically a ray of sunshine herself as she rushed over and gently examined the plant. "And we have a huge garden at my family home. Nee-chan and I plan to find the Garden of Amahara one day!"

Her touch on the rose bush was gentle and obviously the hand of someone who was not only familiar with plants, but someone who had a special communication and love of them. "Ah, miniature are so cute. Did you get these from home?"