Pick Your Poison, Friday Afternoon
Nov. 22nd, 2024 04:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
joan_of_barkWell, Adrian was a plant, so dinner wasn't happening tonight. Pam could live with that. It gave her time to finish up the salve she'd been working on for Octavia.
Which meant spending most of the day upstairs, messing around with chemicals, but... eventually, it was done.
Done and tested, if in a limited way.
She eyed the little container, and let out a breath. Right. Time to go downstairs, make some coffee, and blow off some steam.
Maybe, she reflected, once finally downstairs, she could get Adrian some fertilizer, as a treat.
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Which meant spending most of the day upstairs, messing around with chemicals, but... eventually, it was done.
Done and tested, if in a limited way.
She eyed the little container, and let out a breath. Right. Time to go downstairs, make some coffee, and blow off some steam.
Maybe, she reflected, once finally downstairs, she could get Adrian some fertilizer, as a treat.
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