Anna would be shocked if anyone comes in wanting a bouquet that says anything, but maybe she can entertain herself by using the flower language. There's got to be at least one way to say I'm a moron, which will make apology bouquets fun. She's already taken the book when the door jingles open and she slaps her Customer Service Face on in a blinking.
Everyone in town at least knows of Ms. Cygne. Anna's smile doesn't so much as waiver at the phrase "a woman's attention", even though she can absolutely hear the stirring of "gold digger" rumors underneath it. Which: eww, Aster is way too old for her; but she figured the gossips would get around to it sooner or later.
"I'm sure you do, Ms. Cygne," she says easily. "I was born here, but my parents came in from out of town. George and Rachel Newman?"
Her mother died before Anna hit puberty and her father died a couple years back; but if Anna were Ms Cygne, she'd keep track of all the people still in town. You can't matriarch a place if you don't know just enough about everyone to wrangle them.
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Everyone in town at least knows of Ms. Cygne. Anna's smile doesn't so much as waiver at the phrase "a woman's attention", even though she can absolutely hear the stirring of "gold digger" rumors underneath it. Which: eww, Aster is way too old for her; but she figured the gossips would get around to it sooner or later.
"I'm sure you do, Ms. Cygne," she says easily. "I was born here, but my parents came in from out of town. George and Rachel Newman?"
Her mother died before Anna hit puberty and her father died a couple years back; but if Anna were Ms Cygne, she'd keep track of all the people still in town. You can't matriarch a place if you don't know just enough about everyone to wrangle them.