"Oh, that seems so simple." So simple the young witch wondered why she hadn't thought of it herself. Her focus had been on the right order of the flowers, balancing their numbers, and then not forgetting any of it. None of this seemed to come as easy to Millie as it did her cousins, or her mum. She couldn't exactly say it without putting someone out, but there were times when Millie wondered if she had even been born to the right family.

Her green thumb was rather pale compared to a typical Potts'.

Millie took her current centerpiece to task, following what her cousin had said. Daffy's fingers had moved so fast, so easily through the leaves. Hers, by comparison, felt like a stranger blustering through the woods. Now that was something Millie knew well, enough to pick up her feet and skirts through the underbrush, where to avoid disturbing the burrows of animals, and how the trees grew toward water. If only that intuition would serve her well on the smaller, potted or cut, varieties of plants she handled in the shop.

"I still think yours look better," the young witch remarked as she set her finished arrangement down with the others. Nonetheless, she took note while sitting back in her chair, the piece didn't look so bad on its own. Millie offered up a wan smile at her cousin, whom she peered at curiously for a moment. Daffy seemed out of sorts to her, in a way she couldn't quite put her finger on.

"Are you all right, Daffy?" Now that she was thinking of it, the shop might be a little too warm. And they had been sitting for quite a while, too. Perhaps what was needed was a good stretch and walkabout, though the young witch easily put off the thought when her own discomfort was in mind, the idea came unbidden when her someone else was in the picture. The circumstances might be amusing if her mind wasn't occupied with concern.

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