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sweetpinkpixie · 12-16-2022, 12:56 PM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

As though David would risk getting this suit wet. As if! He was raised better than that (RIP, Mummy Dearest).

David pretended not to notice the hesitation and surprise from Valerie. All was well, thanks to her. "It's only the tip of the iceberg, so to speak. I owe you a great many more for ensuring my greenhouse's survival." If either of them were the hugging sort, now would be the time for a great long embrace. But as they weren't... a somber, stiff nod from David would have to do. And of course. She was a reader. How grateful he now was for that rubbish periodical known as The Daily Prophet.

And for the... fertilizer? "Merlin," David accepted the sack, carelessly wrapping his arms around it. There, there was the hug. A hug for the... manure. ~~And there went the nice suit he wasn't keen to ruin. Oh well.~~ "Really. You shouldn't have." He was practically beaming, radiating with joy at this gift now. Wow. Much emotion.

How was she to know that there were not lingering side effects to his prolonged exposure under water? The Prophet had reported on certain Fountain of the Magical Brethren swimming shenanigans of a certain man David admired had mentioned once or twice in passing to her - hence her recognizing the name as her eyes had glazed over it wearily one morning over her morning coffee.

"It is merely the respect of one herbologist to another, David," she attempted to shrug off somewhat dismissively. His praise felt entirely overbearing for her act of good conscience. His work, research, and companions in vegetation meant a great deal to him - she did sometimes wonder if, knowing of his ~~not so~~ dearly departed mother, it was a means of holding on to the woman but on his own terms. "I can take it back to the shop if you insist," she badgered with the most subtle of amused smiles. Was it endearing that he was embracing the bag in such a manner? She would be remaining silent that answer. "There is a new shipment of hybrids that could benefit from this sophisticated blend of manure."

That smile just may be a bit more prominent now. Perhaps even reaching her eyes, for once.

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