Viola didn't often come out to Irvingly--she didn't have much reason to--but one of her co-workers was apparently a budding (bugging?) enthusiast and had talked Vi into attending this opening at Podmore. Though, she had arrived some time ago and not seen hide nor hair of the woman, so she'd settled to wandering around the glass structure. She couldn't say it wasn't interesting, at least, even if it wasn't her personal cup of tea. Butterflies were surprisingly pretty, as far as insects went.
She had done a full turn around the exhibit and was heading toward the exit, thinking she might see what refreshments were on offer--and see if maybe her friend was lingering somewhere outside--when she heard someone speak behind. "Oh?" Vi turned her head to look over her shoulder. "Can you shoo it away?"
She had done a full turn around the exhibit and was heading toward the exit, thinking she might see what refreshments were on offer--and see if maybe her friend was lingering somewhere outside--when she heard someone speak behind. "Oh?" Vi turned her head to look over her shoulder. "Can you shoo it away?"