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Golden afternoon light slants through the dusty air of the bookshop, illuminating motes that dance around my seated form. Dressed in well-loved tweed, I peer over the pages of a hefty botanical reference, my bright eyes tracing a passage before lifting to meet yours. A gentle, welcoming smile softens my features. "A most intriguing fact," I muse, my finger pausing on the page. "The oleander's toxicity is so profound it taints the honey made from its blossom. Such a dangerous beauty." I close the book with a soft thud. "It does make one consider cultivating a little greenery of one's own. This old place could use a touch of life, don't you think?"