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She eyed the shop skeptically. "We'll probably be stopping by here to consult the flowers in terms of color."
"Good. Now put it in the pan."
She spent a few moments, trying to shape it into a more detailed shape.
She glanced over, one brow raised. "White dahlias, perhaps."
"Alright. Dip the bread in the egg."
She focused more, trying to make it into a towering tree.
She paused, considering her words for a moment. "Purple and yellow are so garish, though," she said, shaking her head. "Besides, sunflowers are a...
"That's a 'no', then. C'mere."
She frowned and focused as she landed on the ground, tilting her head.
She squinted, turning to look at her. "What?"
She poured her energy into it, letting the flame grow.
"Good, good... I probably should figure out a flower to represent Tuck..."
She nodded, flying back over to the trees and focusing on the ground.
"Hm... white Baby's breath... are you getting all this, Avice?"
"So... can I try it?"
A slight smile crossed her lips, but it didn't seem kind. "Yes, well... be a dear and write this down for me, will you?" She began to walk...
"Would you be able to stop it?"
"Alright, Aspen. Do you know how to make French toast?"
She considered her for a moment, her grey eyes severe and cold. "You made the first ones he gave me, yes? They were so beautiful," she said,...
"What happens if I don't concentrate hard enough?" she asked, floating slightly and criss-crossing her legs under her.
