What an interesting man. Ariadne really didn't know what to make of him. But she sensed a kindness that she liked.

Then again, Ariadne believed everyone was kind. At least until proven otherwise.

With a small smile and bob of her head, she walked into the shop.

The inside was a giant great room, with smooth and polished hardwood floors. There were a few full-wall windows on the far side. And counters and tables all across the room, covered in dried herbs and potted plants. The whole place smelled of spring. Even in the dead of winter.

"Welcome to the Serenity Garden...herb shop, I guess?" That didn't feel like the right name, but she didn't have anything better yet.