Ozzy runs inside the flower shop, escaping the cold Minnesotan weather. She's not sure what's worse, the ICE or the ice. She reaches back and puts her braid back over her shoulder, having been blown over to the other side. She looks around, just to find no one. She gets none of the flowers available are in bloom, but the place is still open!

Ozzy: Helloooo?

Ozzy waits for a minute, a hot minute. It's not completely unusual. The business is small, and although she knows usual workers, many come in and out. And they don't even have uniforms or anything, the schedule even from someone outside the job is clearly fucked. After waiting she groans, and looks around for someone. Eventually she finds someone, walking up behind them. And she takes her hand out of her hoodie pocket, tapping their shoulder.

Ozzy: hello, do you work here? I'm looking for some Fly Amanitas.