Two days ago, Bianca had gone to Lavender's and done a tarot reading with her that left her, at the very least, unsettled. She had dozens of questions still, and with every one she came up with some sort of answer for, she had only more questions. She hemmed and hawed over telling someone else about her visions, and further debated telling Jasper what she'd seen with Lavender. So far she hadn't done either.
Today she was at work as usual, dressed as blue as her mood. She did her best to stay out of the line of fire today, immersing herself in baking behind the scenes, until she had to relieve someone at the front for their break. Taking off her apron, Bianca shyly came forward. "May I help you?" She asked the question quietly, looking up at the woman who'd approached.