The Garden, Thursday Morning

[flowering_mind]

Ino stretched cheerfully, rolling her shoulders back and casting an appraising eye over her garden. The plants that Dor had planted still got a bit of a dubious look, but they’d been around for a good six months now and hadn’t killed any of hers or anything so she was going to go with, well, now they were all hers

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[bad_nose_job]

Penelope waved cheerfully at Ino as she practically skipped forward, a small pail dangling in one hand that carried a pair of garden gloves.

"Good morning, Ino!"

[flowering_mind]

"Morning!" she called, grinning over at her and then laughing. "You look so happy!"

[bad_nose_job]

"I'm in a wonderful mood," she confessed. "Yesterday was a good day. A busy day, but good. And I slept soundly all night without waking once!" Which was something, indeed. "How are you this morning?" she asked as she kneeled upon the ground near her.

[flowering_mind]

"I'm pretty good so far," Ino said, tilting her head up to the sky. "It's looking like it'll be a good day." But--

"You have trouble sleeping?"