Pick Your Poison, Friday Afternoon

[joan_of_bark]

Well, 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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[joan_of_bark]

"Girlboss?" Pam said dryly. "I've buried a few of those, too."

That was definitely the flat confidence of a woman who knew perfectly well what she was capable of and (had convinced herself she) was comfortable with that.

[totalwildcard]

Harley raised her eyebrows in a different way.

And then shrugged. Yanno, enh, what could ya do? "I'm sure they deserved it, too."