Her insomnia was damn near out of control and she was still terrified to take anything to help anymore, but she seemed to at least be adjusting to the lifestyle of less sleep. At least the season was truly over and she could focus on work again. Not that she had been too forced to participate in the season, it was really Dahlia's turn after all, but an even here and there wasn't a bad idea. She had gotten fortunate enough to run into Mr. Grimstone a time or two, so at least that was worth it in the long run. Their letters had been keeping her going and she planned to make her visit to his garden in the upcoming weeks, as soon as she had some hearty plants to add to his pumpkins.

Daff was still avoiding her office at the moment, so she was working behind the till and about the shop getting some things in order for a large event coming up and the arrangements still needed a final design, so she was sketching on the counter when she heard the little bell chime to signal someone's arrival.

A wide grin spread across her features as Jack Dorset made his way, holding some poor little weed that had obviously seen better days. "Oh, I do suppose it is the thought that counts." She chuckled as she nearly reached out to take the dying bloom when she got a closer look at it.

"Dorset put that down!" She squeaked, looking at the hogweed in his hand in dismay. "Don't touch your face either!" Oh the irritation that was bound to happen was going to be unholy!