A cool, spring breeze had wafted through the air as a flock of pidgeys and seagulls alike had flew across the blue, cloudy skies. Taking a deep breath in, the smell of crisp air had replenished your lungs. Alongside a hint of.. a floral scent. Hm, weird.

Morbid curiosity killed the little human. Following the smell, you’d found a quaint flower shop. “Chesnaught’s bouquet maker”, spelled out with colorful letters and ceramic flowers. Going in, you were met with a burly chesnaught.

“Hm? Oh, welcome in!”

Dusting his hands off from making a fresh pot of flowers, he wiped away the soil off of his gloves and smiled. Wiping away some sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand as he placed away the pot up on a shelf.

“What could I do for ya, kiddo?”