She didn't answer him, leaving Lach to feel as though he was about to be left with so many plants and no idea how to tend to any of them (except maybe the grass, and even that was questionable). He followed her reluctantly, struggling to keep the potted tree from latching onto any of the hanging plants as they traversed through the greenhouse. Finally they returned to the storefront, and Lach placed the tree down on the ground.
'"The name's Lachlan MacFusty," he said, averting his gaze from hers to stare down at her selection. If she didn't have a book, he'd have to stop by the bookshop on the way home. Maybe getting delivery was a good idea. "Delivery, well... sure. Lunchtime sounds fine." And then the undertaking began. He motioned for her to pass him the form and scribbled down his address; he hoped her people were familiar with the isle's paths.
Once he finished, he took a step back and took in the sight of the shop—and its florist. He wondered how many sorry souls she got to buy obscene amounts of plants with her eccentricities; he certainly hadn't felt comfortable saying no to any of her suggestions.
"Um," he started, clearing his throat, "Thank you for the help today, Miss Potts." He hesitated, as if he ought to say something else—only he couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't seem so bland and awkward compared to her bubbly enthusiasm. "Bye," he settled on in the end, nodding curtly before he turned to exit.
'"The name's Lachlan MacFusty," he said, averting his gaze from hers to stare down at her selection. If she didn't have a book, he'd have to stop by the bookshop on the way home. Maybe getting delivery was a good idea. "Delivery, well... sure. Lunchtime sounds fine." And then the undertaking began. He motioned for her to pass him the form and scribbled down his address; he hoped her people were familiar with the isle's paths.
Once he finished, he took a step back and took in the sight of the shop—and its florist. He wondered how many sorry souls she got to buy obscene amounts of plants with her eccentricities; he certainly hadn't felt comfortable saying no to any of her suggestions.
"Um," he started, clearing his throat, "Thank you for the help today, Miss Potts." He hesitated, as if he ought to say something else—only he couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't seem so bland and awkward compared to her bubbly enthusiasm. "Bye," he settled on in the end, nodding curtly before he turned to exit.

— way too attractive set by mj <3 —