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It's become routine, now.
Michael and Sophie come in from out back, arms full of flowers; Michael continues through to the shop to work the first hour alone, while Sophie hobbles over to Calcifer.
"I brought you some leaves," she says, cheerfully, dumping a few into the hearth, and then over to the windowsill to pick up the plant she's been working on. "New ones," she adds, over her shoulder. "You might like them."
Michael and Sophie come in from out back, arms full of flowers; Michael continues through to the shop to work the first hour alone, while Sophie hobbles over to Calcifer.
"I brought you some leaves," she says, cheerfully, dumping a few into the hearth, and then over to the windowsill to pick up the plant she's been working on. "New ones," she adds, over her shoulder. "You might like them."