[center][h2][color=greenyellow]Mary Boyce[/color][/h2][/center]

The Flower Queen was brought out of her train of thought when a young couple approached her stand. They were noticeably younger than her, which was kinda cute, but Mary was already familiar with how this played out. The guy would pick "the prettiest" flowers for his girl and then compliment how they don't look nearly as beautiful as the girl. This was rarely the case, as Mary felt her flowers were often plenty more beautiful than most women, but nonetheless she would bite her tongue out of politeness. Most often the guy would be alone and get flowers for his girl later, but it wasn't uncommon for both to be there. Boys really liked giving girls flowers, apparently.

But before Mary could answer the younger man's question he proceeded to continue talking with a noticeable change in tone. His mocking joke didn't go undetected, prompting an unamused frown from Mary. [color=greenyellow]"Oh, you're a new face,"[/color] she remarked, keeping her head propped up with her palm. [color=greenyellow]"Probably think you're cute, don't ya? But I wouldn't want to keep you up past your bedtime."[/color] Now that she [i]knew[/i] Goldas was a Harpy she felt no reservation in insulting him. While she didn't know him he clearly knew her, so perhaps her fame combined with a bit of banter could goad him into trying to fight her. It was fun fighting with Harpies but Mary already felt an extra desire to pummel this specific one.

That was when another girl approached the stand, clearly more timid and seemingly unaffiliated with Goldas and his girlfriend (Mary assumed). [color=greenyellow]"Oh, the flowers are always free,"[/color] Mary answered. [color=greenyellow]"Beauty like this deserves to be shared, not sold."[/color] Then her eyes drifted back to the blonde fellow with the scar on his face. [color=greenyellow]"But for Harpies it isn't free."[/color] A cheeky and mean-spirited grin formed on her face as she finally sat upright and crossed her arms under her bust. [color=greenyellow]"Harpies have to prove to me they are worthy of such beautiful flowers. If they can't match the beauty in some other way then they don't deserve to have some of mine. Perhaps in the beauty of art, perhaps in song or dance... perhaps in the beauty of battle..."[/color] While she was unaware of Phoebe's status as a Harpy, Mary was equally unaware that both of the two were considered S-class at their guild. Though that would be largely irrelevant information to her anyways; Mary would just assume that she is still stronger than Goldas should he choose to fight her. She always assumed that she was not only the most beautiful in the room but always the strongest. There had been very few times it was proven not to be the case, after all. With her grin now a smirk, Mary leaned back slightly on her floating leaf chair as she awaited the decisions of her potential customers/opponents.

[@Renny] [@TheHangedMan]