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“Are you ready for this?” Primrose’s voice was stern but polite, his gaze fixed intently on Harrow. “Yes. All of the flowers are dried, and prepped to be made into ambrosia,” Harrow replied, tilting his head at the assortment of beakers, vials, and glass containers spread out on the counter before them. The room behind them was filled with the flowers that they’d grown throughout the weeks, but they weren�...

“Much to my chagrin… I have agreed to let Beanny use this space for… coffee.” Primrose spoke with an air of distaste, glancing over the plants that he and Harrow had watered just a week prior. “She wanted to bring your kind and my kind… together. In a way.” Harrow tilted his head as Primrose sniffed, glancing to the side and crossing his arms. “What would yo...

“Well you certainly took your time to return,” Primrose chided with a click of his tongue, arms crossed in a most unhappy manner. It had been some time since Harrow had come here, mostly due to his work-life balance not aligning in a manner allowing him free time to help out. “I was busy,” Harrow commented, keeping his tone ou...

After showing off his imps to Pip, Harrow headed home with all six of his remils that had participated, deeming all of them to have done a Very Good Job. He wanted to smother and spoil all of them, but he knew that a healthy balance was the thing that was needed the most. Once he entered his house, Harrow extended his arm and allowed all six remils to climb out from inside his sleeve, letting them scamper over each other on the table before sitting expectantly before the bun. "B...