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[wordsbyarwen]

So technically i didn't lie about there only being one more chapter but also technically i did. Welcome to Chapter 17, Part 1. Today is this fic's third anniversary! Happy bday, little dude.

“What are you doing Saturday?” Tissaia asks, fingertips brushing lightly across Yennefer’s shoulder. There seems to be some trepidation in her voice—Yennefer frowns slightly, but replies without hesitation, affecting an utterly casual demeanour. “Dunno. There’s this lovely florist over on the east side of town—you may have heard of it? All local British flowers.” “You’re impossible.” “The shop and the owner are both lovely, you see—I thought I might pay a visit,” Yennefer finishes unfazed. She lifts her head only slightly to tilt her chin upward then, peering up at Tissaia through her lashes. “Why?” “Triss has agreed to trade a day with me, if you’ll let me take you somewhere.” Yennefer practically purrs, levering herself upright to meet Tissaia’s eye properly. “And where might that be?”

Stay tuned for Part 2, aka the Actual Final Chapter!