Benevolence didnt often find herself in the shop these days, leaving the day to day running to her shop hands and managers. However, it was good to press the flesh, to show her face, to check on things. Her manager was a good man, he had been an apprentice of her fathers and knew the shop better than just about anyone else.

Still she couldn't help but fuss over things. As she glanced up from arranging a bouquet, her eyes fell upon a young street urchin who had managed to sneak in unnoticed. The child stood with a mixture of hunger and curiosity on her face, her gaze fixated on the vibrant blooms that adorned the shop.

A wave of sympathy washed over Benevolence as she observed the girl. Benevolence couldn't say she knew what it was like to feel the ache of an empty stomach, but the isolation of being alone, and the longing for family she could understand. She couldn't help but wonder about the little ones story and the circumstances that had brought her to this moment, reminding her of another street child who had got her way into Nev's heart.

Setting down the bouquet, Benevolence approached the child with a warm smile. "Hello there," she said gently, "Can I help you? Perhaps something to eat?" She gestured towards an archway to the back of the shop, where a small table in the corner of the shop, where a bowl of fresh fruit and a loaf of bread sat invitingly, guessing at the child's drives

"You're welcome to join me for some afternoon tea?," Benevolence continued, her voice filled with compassion. "And you might introduce yourself?" she asked gently, 'I am Mrs Benevolence Mo...Crouch' she corrected herself, still getting used to her new name.