( it's a little different from what she recalls going through, horrifyingly enough. it'd hurt for angela, but remembers relishing every second of her taking on the form of something other and wild. and there she thought that everyone would react the same way. not so, it seems! so that part she'll.. simply keep to herself, actually.

just as she avoided the room full of nosy little flowers the moment she heard something they shouldn't know. )

Maybe we just don't go for tea somewhere weird next time.

( a wistful sigh. she does love that greenhouse otherwise though..

oh, but wait. )

They didn't know? ( it's a little hard to imagine not knowing who killed you. she remembers her first, her only. it's not something so easily forgotten. ) I did wonder why the Bookstore closed for a bit..