Who: Hawke and Fenris What: Investigation! ... of Fenris's job. Where: Game of Thorns Florist When: Saturday, daytime Rating: TBA, no warnings yet. Status: In progress
Fenris worked in a flower shop.
No matter how many times Hawke chewed this new piece of information over, she simply could not accurately fit it into her understanding of the universe. Magical portals and this "internet" thing were easier to bring into alignment with the rest of her worldview. Fenris and daffodils was very challenging. Her mind simply kept resisting the association, insisting it was a hallucination or a complete fabrication. But And after being forced to come back around to painful things she'd been ignoring, Hawke was in need of something precisely as ridiculous as the brooding elf in a flower shop. (Even if he insisted he didn't brood, Hawke was firmly in Camp Varric on this one.) Something strange, silly, and cheering. This fit all three criteria, at least provided they could keep the discourse off of magic.
Besides, she hadn't seen him, really, since Isabela's tavern opening, and though it was fun being able to bother her friends through the PDA at the touch of a button, there was something enjoyably personal about bothering them for real, face to face. It definitely had nothing to do with Fenris's face being pretty. Not at all.
She had to acknowledge, however, walking into the local flower shop, that the flowers were quite beautiful. So many varieties, all blooming together in a riot of color that had to have been carefully grown in some elaborate greenhouse, somewhere. She recognized a few flowers, but botany was far from her strong suit, and many more of them looked like nothing she'd ever seen before. So, par for the course for Storybrooke. "Hello!" She called, over the door chime ringing--a quirk of modernity that she was not at all used to yet. "Fenris!" A pause. "I hope you're working, otherwise my dramatic entrance is really spoiled and I'm just going to have to do it over again, later!"