Cricket Creek Bog so peace be with every place that you had

it was definitely a good thing aengus didn't make good on that internal comment that it was funny that flowers didn't like each other. weejay would have insisted it was true; some flowers were greedy, and others hardy. some could coexist, and some were hot-house flowers needing their own arrangements.

nodding confidently to herself, weejay decided that she would put the pretty crinkly flowers at the very front -- but wait.. what did they like? she didn't know anything about these flowers. "um..." she suddenly paused, unsure. "can you show me again where you got them?" if she saw their original flower bed, she might be able to learn if they liked being in direct sunlight all the time, or if they liked being in shade. god knows she would be fucking distraught if she became the teekon's first crinkly-flower killer. "i have to know about what kind of soil and stuff they like." weejay offered, unaware that probably sounded ridiculous too.