Once, she had dreamed of it. In a nightmare, really, deep in the lair of her enemy, where a garden of evil grew. Charley wasn't one to give nightmares much thought, particularly in the daytime. There was no evil here, she could have already guessed as much from the annual flower show that bore no ill will to its visitors. Not that it made her first time stepping into the greenhouse a little more underwhelming than the urchin had been hoping for.

Right now, she'd welcome an evil garden lair for the noise that filled the greenhouse instead.

"Ya sure we don't need earmuffs?" Charley spared a quick glance at them in the entrance, before venturing deeper inside. It wasn't hard to pinpoint the daffodils, tooting their slightly-furled petals like a horn. In a street with flashy uniforms and confetti, the flowers could have put on a show better than any band. In here, all she wanted them to do was shut their petals, for good.

The urchin resisted the temptation to help them do just that. Her job was to offer a kinder sort of help, and with the boss's eyes fixed on her back, Charley wasn't about to step out of line. Getting closer to the flowers took every ounce of her courage. She reached out to the closest leaf when her arms were close enough, rubbing it mindlessly while giving the plant a look over its parts. "Don't seem all that different, ya wouldn't know 'em from any not carryin', 'cept that they're busy tryna blow out our ears."

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