[Honey]

His hands were buried deep into the soil of a new pot being filled with young Mimbulus Mimbletonia when he heard the knocking at the door, and it was with a careful and steady hand that he pulled his hands free without managing to touch the pustules along the surface of the plant. It was always tricky business trying to deal with the Mimbletonia, and it wouldn’t have been the first time his shop stunk with the odd aromas of his plants. Wiggling the darkened dirt off of his gardening gloves, he freed his hands just in time to hear the knocking once again.

“Hold on, I’ll be there in a moment!” He called out loudly enough that whoever it was could hear him over the soft crooning noises of the already planted Mimbletonias. “I didn’t say anything to you, now hush.” His chastisement seemed to be enough to calm the plants, and taking it as a sign he hurried to the door as he wiped the dirt from his hands and brush the excess mess from his apron so he didn’t look like he’d finished romping with his plants. Not entirely at least.

Running a hand through his blonde hair, effectively smudging both his hair and his forehead with dirt, he opened the door to reveal a woman standing there with a piece of weathered parchment in her hand and a rather smug look on her face. Feeling his own lips turn up in a smile, he cocked his head to the side inquisitively as he laid a dirty hand on the doorway. “How can I help you today, M’am?”