Horticulture Shock
Jan. 20th, 2012 04:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
archiveofarethusaThe first time of many Cyprian was told to "stop and smell the roses," his eyebrows were raised virtually higher than his hairline.
"It's rude to smell roses. That's like sniffing a stranger's breath."
The old woman's smile faltered, and Cyprian felt oddly good about that. Mrs. Daveeni owned the trademark for the word shrew, anyway.
"There's no proper place to get started on salads, either," Cyprian said. "Eat as many as you like - and I know you will, between shortcakes. At least veal is dead."
After that, Cyprian didn't see much in the way of shortcakes himself for months.
"It's rude to smell roses. That's like sniffing a stranger's breath."
The old woman's smile faltered, and Cyprian felt oddly good about that. Mrs. Daveeni owned the trademark for the word shrew, anyway.
"There's no proper place to get started on salads, either," Cyprian said. "Eat as many as you like - and I know you will, between shortcakes. At least veal is dead."
After that, Cyprian didn't see much in the way of shortcakes himself for months.