[center][h2][color=#ec7063]Tracy Winnow[/color][/h2][/center]
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Day 1 - Tracy's Shop
Interacting with [@Themerlinhawk]'s Tom Finch
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The day seemed quite uneventful to Tracy, at least during the thirty minutes that she spent tending to the various flowers. Giving some a boost, giving some just a little water instead, something she specialized in doing. Not that she had any intention of showing the extent of that in public.

But that was the beauty of it. She didn't have to care much, because most days there simply was no public. A little boring, sometimes perhaps. She wasn't worried about money. There was more than enough to keep the place going, and maybe advance Grace into some form of higher education, and more to spare for others. Frugally, of course. From the corner of her eyes she saw Grace step back into the shop, looking much younger, and take a position behind the counter with a grumble as the girl leaned over the counter and perched her face up on two elbows. She'd have an attitude for a while. That was fine.

Tracy had to keep herself from jumping a little as she felt a buzz in one of the pockets tucked against her body. A... slightly cheated construct that wasn't the best fit with her wear, designed to blend into the dress. Designed for a phone that wasn't supposed to just go off like that. She still had difficulty getting into the 'phone' idea, and she'd had one for a few years now. She poked her hand against her side until it slipped into the little pocket, and pulled out the old flip phone with a screen she felt she could cover with her thumb. She hated trying to get something out of it. First it was reading it, then it was pressing the tiny dumb buttons. She successfully managed to open it and see the message without deleting it. 
The witch grumbled as she stepped to an obscure corner of the shop for the task of reading whatever was on that phone. There was very few people who would send her a 'text message', and she could guess which one.

A talk. Hmm. If he wanted to talk, he could have just come over here and talked. Still, she navigated the buttons, fixing a typo and finding the question mark as she created the reply "shop?". It seemed as good of a place to her as any, unless he wanted her to meet at the inn. She would prefer not to leave Grace to her own devices for too long. She loved the girl like a daughter, but the messes that girl could get herself into without being watched...