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Gwenog Jones (haveyoumet_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Nothing is ever the same when I come in," she said, moving over to where the woman had indicated the willow was. "Thanks." Before she moved over to the nettles she looked over at the woman and her face twisted into a smile that wasn't quite friendly, but also wasn't cruel. "It's not Violet really. I know I get shit for admitting it because I'm a woman, but I don't like children. Don't want children, and I'm fucking terrible at dealing with them. As my publicists discovered when they decided meeting tiny fans was a great way to soften up my image," she said, snorting softly at the disastrous memory. Luckily for Gwenog they had learned their lesson since then.

"That's my choice though, you've got a kid and you're taking care of her. It's not really my business unless you're beating her up or something, which you aren't." She shrugged and moved over to the nettles, grabbing the jar to take to the counter. She'd learned not to handle them without gloves if she didn't want to be scratching her hands for hours.