Weekend. why did it have to come every week? Sapphira's mortal question to Merlin. Kids everywhere, making googly eyes in her shop, holding their candy sticky hands together, and grinning those toothy grins at her. And people asked why she was so against having a kid, she didn't have to! They were everywhere already.

The woman paused, a few steps away from the turn that took to her shop. A pleasant tent, with some really beautiful fanged geranium and umbrella flowers, that wasn't here before now sat on the side of the street. Sapphira read the signs and noticed the overly large woman (professor?) sitting on a chair with... a tin. Well that was a bit dramatic, wasn't it?

She approached the tent and gently touched one of the umbrella flowers dangling on the side. They were pretty... fresh, not completely open yet which made it even better. Merlin knew the backroom in her shop needed more colors, she didn't care much about the rest of the cafe, the kids would just pluck the flowers out and eat them or something.

... or not. Her eyes caught the honking daffodils with a small smile.