The garden at her aunt's home boasted high walls on all sides; Rosalie never thought twice about stepping outside with her glass before. But, she was also almost a spinster now that she wrecked all their plans, so her neighbors likely already had negative opinions of her. Mr. Greengrass was smart to be considerate of their opinions, something Rosalie now felt a bit embarrassed for not having considered more when she asked to join him.

"Sure, yeah. Then again - are you brewing anything interesting?" The workshop was at least out of prying eyes.

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