As usual, Hecate had been up most of the night, though it had been a mundane one, ploughing through a pile of administration that came with owning a small chain of hotels, approving a new position here, renewing a liquor license there.
And while it was true that Hazel was a keen gardener and the rooftop plans would be cared for, even if Hecate didn't visit, she wanted to have a chat to her plants herself.
"Good morning," she smiled as Marcie approached, and picked a couple of fat strawberries off the plant, offering the young woman one as she sat down on the bench beside her.