Emery was with her grandmother, leaving Zinnia some free time to spend inside the Florist Potts; she’d missed being in here, missed the smells and the colors and keeping her hands busy. She loved being a mother, but it was difficult to give up such a huge part of her life in order to do so.

She was crouched low near the front display, her hands fussing over a pale-pink rose that didn’t want to remain straight no matter how many times she twisted it into place. Every arrangement around her held the flower, but then again, they were always the most popular. The July heat was brutal already this morning, settling over the shop like a damp cloth. It was causing the petals to droop faster than normal, and it wasn’t something Zin could fix with water and apologies. Maybe if she cast a cooling spell…

She stood slowly, brushing her palms on her apron and stepping back to take stock.

And paused, her head tipping like she’d heard something. But no, she hadn’t heard anything, but she had smelled something. Something smelled wrong. No, not wrong. Just... foreign.

She sniffed again, brow furrowing. “Do you smell that?” Zinnia asked, her attention shifting toward the other person in the shop with her.

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Open to someone who would reasonably be at the Florist Potts.
For the Scenario Challenge Stamp: #10: smell something and find the cause of it & August Writing Stamp. Based on this or this DYK

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