As she spoke, she watched Mr. Grimstone look at the parcels in front of him. Each of the seeds had been harvested by the staff and wrapped in individual paper packets with an ink illustration of the flowers. Something she’d said seemed to have greatly affected him - or perhaps it was just the gesture from Miss Crawley that seemed to do it - but she was content to sit back and sip her tea. It seemed something had transpired that was beyond her comprehension, and she averted her gaze, drumming her fingers on the porcelain cup. Only when he asked her a question did she return her gaze to him and smile. “Yes, she did.” She affirmed with a nod. “Over the course of a few visits. It took her a while to decide on which ones, but it seemed she had a reason for all of them.” What that reason was, Philomena hadn’t a clue, and didn’t want to pry too much.

“She also wanted to give this to you as well.” It was then that she reached for the larger parcel and pushed it towards him. With this larger package, she knew the contents of and gave him a knowing smile. “It’ll help with the seeds.” She said, reaching for her wand to tap the teapot to pour them both some more chai. Watching as the parcel revealed itself. “Sat for quite a while working on that, actually.” It was a medium sized box, simple in its design with one exception. The box was hand-carved, etched with borders inlaid with gold; crawling vines and small white flowers - lilies of the valley - followed the paths of the etchings. “She came away with quite a few cuts after carving that.” Philomena was saying with a grin. “Had me practicing my healing for a week or so, but she seemed happy with the final result.” The carvings were by no means perfect; clear enough that one could tell what the design was, but clearly done by an amateur.

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