Benevolence had been making a delivery to the ministry offices, some bouquets, the sort of posh but spiritless posies of flowers that looked good on corporate desks. It was at the request of the receptionists, who enjoyed the little bright pops of colour on their desks. They were not particularly ornate, special or expensive, usually not more than a few knuts each but Ben enjoyed adding a few more expensive blossoms to the mix, usually based on what she knew of the secretary in question.

Having distributed her wated she was leaving her basket empty but for a few stray strands of greenery that had come loose, or looked worse for wear now that they had been transported into the ministry. Normally her shop girls did deliveries but given her interest in breeding rare plants, she figured that showing her face around the ministry, having them, or their secretaries know her wouldn't hurt given her particular area of personal interest as a woman she didn't have access to the talk at the mens club, but she could have access to their secretaries, who might be amenable to giving her an appointment with someone she needed because they knew Ben's face.

As she came down the steps, a man stood looking...well...u comfortable. 'eh...are you okay sir?' she asked, unsure if she should intervene, people were not ordinarily afraid of horses, especially a horse that seemed to be just snuffling the back of his neck fairly harmlessly.

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Lady is a wonder