#// thank you for trying thursday. genuinely. on behalf of this skeptical snob

[alabonshay]

Thursday gives the Lady a bouquet of Alstroemeria, Amaryllis, Bird of Paradise, Rose Yellow, and Tulip Yellow!

@the-haunted-office

Send my muse some flowers to convey your muse’s feelings towards them! // Open

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"Oh! OHHH!" Lady Evergreen forgets all manners at the sight of them, nearly rattling the paintings off of the walls in the span of one second. When given flowers, her level of enthusiasm is always the same. The other person went to such lengths to pick them, it is the least she could do to show her feelings.

The Lady stands and her chair launches backwards with a rumble. She clambers around the table receive the flowers, patting down the crinkly outside. Lots of yellow. What kind are they? Is it an offering of friendship? And, most importantly, are these flowers delicious?

She presses her knuckles to her fuzzy cheeks, "My goodness, my goodness! How thoughtful. Thank you!" She carefully plucks the yellow rose from the assortment, twirls it around. "They certainly look delicious."

After all that happened, it seems natural that Thursday wants her to feel welcome. It is most certainly a pity party for the previous day; the worst kind. It would take a long time for the water to spring out of Lady Evergreen's curls. Oh, but she is starving. The motivation hardly matters to her. Smiling, Lady Evergreen takes a big bite out of the yellow rose.