Being tangentially attached to the Potts ladies saw him used for menial labor for every large event that they hosted. Between the available of his brothers (just him and Harry at the moment) and the Plunkett boys, they did the heavy lifting whenever Mrs. Potts said so. She said jump and they asked how high. There was no other question allowed. Mostly because between Mrs. Plunkett, Mrs. Potts and his own mother, there was no room to say no. It was fine. He had been involved for so long now, he just planned around it. Plus he was coasting on a high after he and Penny had finally gotten the field maple into good shape. They were going to be able to start marketing it soon. Things were coming together. Alvin was relieved to at least have some professional success, if nothing else. It was keeping him distracted from worrying about Zinnia at any rate. Another reason to come today, he could see her without it being weird or out of his way.

Currently he and Harry were relocating a floral arch to its rightful home near the winged tiger enclosure at the last minute. They were cheating and using magic, but it still required a good level of concentration and two sets of eyes; Alvin was focusing on the magic and Harry on their destination. Alvin was generally in good spirits over the last couple of weeks, once he and Penny had some good luck with the broom and even his manual labor today wasn't going to ruin his good mood.

They had successfully gotten the arch in place and Harry set off to get the plaque that went with it while Alvin secured the bottom. There were some beautiful lilies right in his face as he pushed the stake further into the ground. Leaning back, Alvin sneezed rather violently after getting a face full of pollen. Reaching for his handkerchief, he stepped back to admire the work. There were some crazy exotic plants on this one that he had never seen before but he was intrigued by their shapes and colors. He'd have to come back with his sketchbook to follow the shape of them. Maybe he'd brave asking Zinnia about them sometime this afternoon.

Sighing, he figured there must have been something else he could do and he didn't want to appear like he was hiding, so he turned back toward where he had last left Mrs. Potts. If he was lucky she had run out of things for him to do. There were several men at her disposal today, hopefully they couldn't be occupied all weekend. As he approached where he had seen her last, it wasn't Mrs. Potts he found, but Miss Thompsett. Alvin hadn't been able to find the courage to write to her after their last run in at the florist in January, but he hoped she was doing well. She crossed his mind at the strangest times, but he truly did not know where they stood or what it was they had transpired between them, so he lacked any direction where she was concerned. "Miss Thompsett," he greeted with a small smile. "How are you?" It was a general question, but he hoped she knew what he meant.