the simulation just went bad

Her exploration of the garden itself was intense, curious. So many of these plants were ornamental, and that was... maybe a bit odd. They looked nice, some smelled nice, but the usefulness of each was limited in Gin's experience. Hm. Were... all of these ornamental? There had to be some good things hiding here. Gin's gaze is intent, and she's wrapped up in the flowers. The herbs. All of them where they grew, and she's careful. This was turning out to be a bit more labor intensive than she'd initially planned, but... well, was she really even upset about that? It was nice to do some work, really. Apply herself. That, and it was a bit like a treasure hunt.

Somewhere here, there was lavender. Gin could smell it... yes, she could smell it. She's wrapped up in her own thoughts and in her search when she hears the voice. It was soft, friendly enough. Oh. Her gaze flickered to the stranger, eye contact fleeting but friendly. A demure smile to the source of it. The ghost takes her in for a moment, realizing that she's caught somewhere between a girl and a woman. Not quite grown into herself, but friendly. "Help?" Her brow furrowed for just a moment. What would she need help with?

"I'm just ah, enjoying the garden." Kind eyes from the champagne girl, and a smile. With a voice quiet and lilting, filling the space between them, she speaks. At least the girl seemed friendly.

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