Hedvig turns a white peony in her fingers and holds it out across the worktable. "Smell this, friend. It's not open yet, but it will be by noon. Come on, I don't bite until later." Friend, you're the first one in, so you get the pick of the bucket. The rain just stopped and everything smells green. Grab a stool, tell me about your week, and I'll keep my hands busy.