"Do, too!"

It answered both of Tiger Lily's retorts, as laughable as they were. She was just a little girl, and Charley was older and more grown-up, of course. How could anyone think any different? Only some old bitty would think the urchin was still a child, and worse, a boy! Charley wrinkled her face until it looked as strange as she felt, wearing the clothes of many colors thanks to the flowery pollen.

"Well, it's no thanks to you," Charley put out, picking at the crusty pollen on her shirt. If the little girl hadn't been in her way, she would have been gone before the flowers vomited all over them. It made her feel sick at the back of her throat as she felt the stiff, uncomfortable fabric clinging to her in impossible ways. "Watch where you're falling next time!"

The urchin left Tiger Lily behind after that, wandering her way out into the sunlight. She ignored the looks from queuing attendants and passersby to the flower show, climbing up to the roofs would cut those off fast.

Plus, it would give her a better vantage point to find the best way to the Padmore Pond.

Or better yet, someone's waiting tub in their garden that she could get to first.

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