Her name did mean flower, but wasn't it obvious? She planned to bloom into the most delicate of little flowers, not a bustling businesswoman! Still, the prospect out outright telling him no—especially when he was doing a great job of entertaining her on this gloomy day—was less appealing than simply following his lead.

"Well, Mr. Fudge," she began, correcting her manner of address while she examined the new pebble placed in her palm, "tell me what plans you have for a bracelet factory. I doubt a handful of individuals, no matter how diligently they work, could make enough bracelets to make us wealthy."

(She could play pretend. Where was the harm in that?)

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