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[originallutece]

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[tonic]

[ She takes her hand and shakes it with a soft grip, looking also somewhat uncertain. It's not her forté, either. ]

I am, I'm the delivery girl for a local shop and a flower arranger in training. I, um, I wanted to welcome you.

[originallutece]

. . . thank you.

[She bites back the obvious question of why, and instead says:]

You work for Kurama, then. I'm surprised I didn't see you the last time I was there. Are you demonic as well, or simply good with your hands?

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[tonic]

[ >demonic ]

[tonic]

Oh! Oh, no, I just was really passionate about his work, that's all. I think flowers are a bright side to this entire... thing. Like, all of our necessities are covered, so without something to make us happy day by day, ah--

... I just wanted to be a part of it. That's all.

[originallutece]

It's admirable to pursue your desires.

[And flowers might seem dull on the surface, but Rosalind knows better than anyone that to judge something based on first appearances is a very stupid thing to do.]

I suspect you'll be making a few more deliveries to my door. Though I admit, my interests lie more in the properties flowers have rather than their arrangements. [That being said . . . she hesitates for a moment and then adds:] I know the roses. But I'm afraid I've forgotten my floriography lessons.

[tonic]

F- for this bouquet, I just went for elegance, not meaning. The few moments I did see you while you were moving in, you seemed like a really elegant woman and we have more red roses in the shop than anything else, s- so --

-- Anyway! If you want, next time I can bring you some flowers with more interesting properties. I presume you mean medicinal...?

[originallutece]

Medicinal and scientific, yes.

[She smiles faintly, though, at the mention of elegance. Never let it be said she isn't above flattery.]

I do appreciate the gift. Although I realize I haven't yet asked you your name.

[tonic]

It's Tonika. And you are--?

[ If they're going to be neighbors, Tonika wants to be acquainted. Frankly, having three other women on the bottom floor of apartment 3 has made her feel safer than she ever has before. ]

[originallutece]

Madam Rosalind Lutece.

[Tonika. No last name, but she won't press. A beat, and then:]

What year are you from? I assume you're from America, given the accent.

[tonic]

Montana. Middle of nowhere, even landmarks. Town population of about a thousand.

[ But wait, that's not-- ]

More recently, Detroit. But not long enough to absorb the accent. You?

[originallutece]

England. And more recently, Columbia.

That wasn't an answer to the question I asked, though.

[tonic]

... oh. [ she feels a bit embarrassed for forgetting her meaning so quickly ]

2014. I know it's ahead of a lot of people here.

[originallutece]

Over a hundred years for me.

[And yet she doesn't seem all that shocked.]

How far has science advanced in your world?

[tonic]

[ She rifles around her pockets, and pulls out her iPhone. ]

Planes fly, cars got nicer, a lot of things got cured, and this is, um, a powerful computer for the palm of your hand. If I could describe it to someone from a hundred years ago, I mean.