third sapling [ video ]

[gtfomygarden]

[ It's quite sunny today! Sunday has taken advantage of the weather, apparently; from the mirror's awkward angle, it appears to be outside, low to the ground. But it's close enough for a clear view of what's happening

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[10shlling6pence]

[he happens to come upon the video feed, and he watches a bit, smiling--who knew, such a quiet, steely individual!]

...Cogs and pabs, my Lord Sunday...

[gtfomygarden]

[ fskdhlgkhsd oh god. Sunday hates you, looking glass. Forever.
It's not the broadcasting of his hobby he minds; it's the responses to it. ]

I happen to like gardening, thank you.

[ It's a flat statement. Apparently he's had to do this plenty of times before. ]

[10shlling6pence]

Yes! So I see! You're very good at it, from what I can tell.

[he grins, dazzled by the flowers, the very colors--they could serve as inspiration for anyone]

They're frabjous, tandmonious, splendificant--sir, they're beautiful...

[gtfomygarden]

There's a lot of variety here. I'm not planning on growing any singing flowers, though. I've had more than enough of singing already.

[ Also, they scream loudly whenever he goes near them, which is just annoying. ]

But I suppose they are quite pretty, in a way.

[10shlling6pence]

I've known quite the ill-tempered flora, only some of them are partial to singing. The roses in particular, they take to tossing thorns at passersby. I've found daffodils to be some of my favorite company.

[he nods, tapping his fingers against his mouth]

In most and every way...

[gtfomygarden]

[ Sunday glances at the small bush, which is already showing signs of budding, and frowns. ]

If they all do that, then I will have to train them out of it, I suppose.
Then again, it would make an effective deterrent towards intruders.

[ He looks mildly thoughtful. ]

[10shlling6pence]

[idly pulls and snips at a bit of dark fabric]

I do suppose that could be handy--but they're very solitary selfish things--beautiful and pleasing to the senses--but not particularly pleasant. They toss barbs on their own accounts. Very proud, roses.

[gtfomygarden]

[ interested despite himself ]

What are you doing?

Hm, I've found they tend to do that. Very pretty, but hard to grow; they require optimal conditions for the best results. Incredibly picky.

[10shlling6pence]

Oh, a little this, a little that--something I enjoy, you see. [he smiles, gesturing with a small pair of scissors]

That's not the half of it! They can be kindly when they choose, but most of the time, they're very temperamental and...well..rude. Perhaps yours will be more agreeable.

[gtfomygarden]

I see.
So what is it that you do?

Temperamental, certainly.
I do hope so. Although the roses I used to grow seemed to be fairly placid as long as I kept an eye on them, regardless of colour.
But perhaps I just have an affinity with plants, I suppose.

[10shlling6pence]

I'm a Hatter by trade, and by hobby, but I enjoy fabric and thread on many many levels.

[smiles a bit, his hands working away]

They do seem to like you...I wonder--would you like any company?

[gtfomygarden]

Interesting.
You've been working at that for a long time, then?

[ pauses. this friendship thing is weird. did he actually ask to be around Sunday voluntarily, what. ]

Hm. If you really wish to join me, I suppose that would be all right. I believe the town I'm currently residing in is Grincat.
Take your time.

[ And he continues to tend to his plants. ]

[10shlling6pence]

My life long's work, actually! Though, I...haven't truly done it in so long--but I can't help but make dozens of them from time to time.

[he smiles, tucking the fabric into his pocket and standing, the mirror in hand]

Splendifficant! I'll be along!

[gtfomygarden]

Well.
Old habits die hard, I suppose.

[ just nods. ]

All right.

[10shlling6pence]

Oh, yes. Entirely.

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[it takes him some time to travel from Twinklebat to Grincat, but the Hatter eventually makes it, traipsing quietly, a melody under his breath, heading through the town]

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[gtfomygarden]

[ Sunday is fairly easy to find; he stands out even sitting down.

Right now he's just taking a tea break, and occasionally pushing an errant walking flower back into place.

He appears to be lost in thought. ]