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[tenpetals]

[Garry will be outside most of the day, partly because although he's started smoking again (yes, just today, why do you ask?) he'd still rather not inflict it on others. But he also just feels a lot more decisive than usual, so instead of continuing to debate internally whether going anywhere near those vendors again is a good idea, even for an endless vase, he's just going to go.

When he comes away, he's a bit loaded down trying to juggle his rose, two full vases, a lit cigarette, and his phone. Maybe someone should give him a hand?]


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Hey, Ib? I've got something for you.

...And, uh. Something to tell you, too. [It's very obvious that one of those things is much better news than the other.]

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[airshipswank]

[ Buckingham takes a sharp look to the side, prepared to chase away anybody who'd dare to intrude on his negotiations when they've not been concluded to his satisfaction yet. However at the sight of the intruder his expression quickly brightens. ]

The young Master Garry, what a pleasant surprise! What brings you here today?

[tenpetals]

I needed some vases. [It's said vaguely, because that's really not important in the face of the CUTE. By now his stuff is sitting on the edge of the pathway, including the rose, and he comes closer to peer at the little cub.] And I... guess you needed a lion?

[airshipswank]

[ He laughs. ]

Our country's proud herald, I thought it a change of pace, although I've not quite... convince myself that he lives up to the... expectations.

[ Buckingham looks down at the cub, and picks it up by the scruff of its neck, for Garry to behold up close. It offers little protest beyond a yawn. ]

Made your choice yet, have you? [ Oh yes, he's spotted the vases now. ] They look rather... plain.

[tenpetals]

[TIME FOR BELLY SCRITCHES. SO FUZZY.]

It's not for decoration, it's because they never run out of water.

[airshipswank]

Nor do the mansion's faucets.

[ He arches an eyebrow. Well, at least company seems to make the furry sack of claws more endearing. Even if endearing was not quite the image he'd hoped to attain. ]

[tenpetals]

Well, it's eas- ah!

[Unfortunately for Garry, the lion cub is like every cat throughout history, in that it liked the belly scritches for a few moments but then decides to let him know that it's done. With its claws.

It... could probably be worse? But there's a fair amount of blood, and a few feet away, his rose starts to go wilty.]

[airshipswank]

Quite the fierce warrior after all! I was wrong to underestimate him,

[ Buckingham laughs, and cautiously lowers the creature back on the ground. With an apologetic smile he pulls a handkerchief from his sleeve. ]

Not a fatal blow, I should hope...

[ He takes the liberty of reaching for Garry's arm, and presses the silk against his wound. ]

[tenpetals]

[That is a very nice handkerchief, and Garry almost feels guilty about getting it dirty.]

Thank you. I'll be fine, actually, just... [Yes, the rose and the vases are right where he left them, and hopefully the cub won't decide they're for playing with.] ...actually, you can see what they're really for!

[airshipswank]

[ Buckingham does not lament its loss, not when it is done in the spirit of ever such an amicable gesture. Especially not when Wonderland's magic will supply a replacement readily. ]

Oh?

[ The lion cub surreptitiously withdraws underneath the merchant's table, though whether to plot a renewed attack or to recuperate from his undoubtedly exhausting battle Buckingham could not say. Instead the duke glances at the vase, and Garry's rose as well, which he thought he remembered in healthier bloom than that. ]

Now you've made me curious!

[tenpetals]

[Garry smiles as he fetches his rose and vase, because this is one of the only good things about having been put through that gallery: healing any injury in a matter of seconds, as long as you've got water.]

It's probably a lot less impressive after all this Wonderland stuff, but it was pretty amazing... [It's probably a good thing the blood that had already welled up has been blotted away, because he's being a lot less careful not to drip into the vase than he probably would be on another day. He doesn't actually know what blood in the water would do, but he wouldn't like the idea if he were thinking about it.

At any rate, no sooner has the stem gone into the vase than the rose perks up to its previous, healthier state, and the claw marks on Garry's hand disappear into nothing.]

[airshipswank]

[ Unsure what he is about to observe Buckingham's eyes remain on the rose, for any changes he might observe. Barely has it touched the water that its petals seem to revive, which the duke supposes is a well enough trick, yet there's little enough to it indeed. The vase remains unchanged and dull as well, hardly worth the sight for fresh flowers alone, yet- yet that is when he catches a glimpse of Garry's hand, of the scratch that vanishes right in front of his eyes, almost too quick to notice. ]

Now, that is rather impressive still!

[ the duke concedes, and cannot help but venture a touch, taking Garry's hand to feel the small miracle of soft, unbroken skin. A vase which heals. No, not quite. A vase which revives a rose, which in turn-- ]

Mmm, I certainly... see its use now, although I wonder...

[ His hand wanders, trailing over the vase and its rim, until his fingers reach the rose's stem, and tap against it lightly. ]

Does it work just as well in reverse?

[tenpetals]

Yes, and it's very painful.

[Hopefully that will satisfy his curiosity, because impaired judgment or not, Garry doesn't especially want to let him or anyone else verify that. It's hard to forget his near death by defoliation.

He doesn't actually withdraw, though. Hey, Buckingham said he was impressive.]

[airshipswank]

Well, we had better.... not play 'effeuiller la marguerite' with it then, eh?

[ Buckingham laughs out loud. His hand still lingers for a glance, then he withdraws it slowly, eyes still lingering on the petals. A magnificent recovery to behold, yet to stake your health on the well-being of a thing as frail as a flower... it seems rather risky, if you ask him. ]

Now! What else... are we here to buy today?