We had a lovely day at the plant nurseries, yes. Look at you, you're practically a fancy southerner now.

[ Doughnuts are distributed via Jester as she sweeps the entire box from him and starts designating flavours. Fjord leans down to play with that dangling shell, now bejewelled and chained, to Molly's horn, delivering a peck of a kiss. He takes a seat on the empty chaise longue, hooking an arm over the side of it and stretching out with a groan to be off his feet; how Caduceus is still up and now gardening on Marion's balcony is beyond him. The sun has baked his biceps a slightly darker green when he itches a shoulder. ]

What did you guys get up to?