Phalaenopsis amabilis was Beau’s newest project. He’d been cultivating the bulbs for it through most of the autumn and now he was beginning to make some actual progress. The flowers, Moon Orchids as they were more commonly known had finally sprouted their short little stems and were ready to transplant to the pots they would come to bloom in. He moved around his little work area in the conservatory, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up over his elbow and an apron tied around his waist to protect his clothes from the dirt. In the opposite corner of the room, a small record player strained, filling the area with the very soft sound of Beau’s typical musical tastes. He blinked as he heard someone coming through into the conservatory and finally looked up as Lalita excused herself.
“Oh, Miss. Morrigan.” He said softly, setting one of the pots down. “It’s quite alright, is something the matter?”