“Hey, baby,” Carys said when she walked in. She threw her arms around Greta’s neck and kissed her. “Wow, it looks awesome in here.”

Carys had tied her curls up in a white bandanna and wore a mint-green linen jumpsuit in a pattern of broccoli florets and leeks that she’d found at a thrift store. She looked amazing, and Greta pressed another kiss to her lips and then her throat.

“How was the square?”

“Great take today,” Carys said, pulling out her bag. “There’s some kind of business conference at one of the hotels on Canal, and you know how business dudes are about wanting to prove that women don’t know anything they claim to know. I raked it in.” She grinned and dumped more cash than usual on the floor.

Greta high-fived her and helped order all the bills so they were facing the same way, the way Carys liked. It just makes it easier for the bank teller, Carys had explained the first time Greta asked why she did that.

They washed their hands, then settled down to make bouquets and eat cheese.

Carys thanked her for the cheese plate and made a blissful sound at the combination of a salty manchego and the sweetness of Veronica’s lavender honey—a new offering, now that her bees had so much lavender to eat.

“How on earth do bees do it?” Carys mused worshipfully.

“I know, right? They make two of the best things on earth—honey and beeswax—and it’s just like…their job. Good work, bees.”

It didn’t take too long before they’d gotten a rhythm down: tie the tiny bouquets, affix the card with sealing wax that Veronica had made out of her beeswax, and imprint it with the company seal. With breaks for cheese, weed, and making out, naturally.

“What’s the latest on the family visit?” Carys asked.

For months, Greta had been hearing from her family that they were going to try and come visit her.

“I think it’s finally materializing for November. At first they were going to try and come in August, but I think they’d legit perish, so I told them to hold off.”

“Will Sadie come, do you think?”

“Psh, she might come just so she can’t possibly be to blame if our relationship stays shitty.”

Carys growled softly. She was not a fan of anyone who treated Greta badly, so when Greta had shown her some of their text exchanges, Carys had gotten mad. Which Greta found irresistibly hot.

“I will kick her ass if she’s mean to you,” Carys said.

“You could totally take her.”

“Yeah, I could,” Carys mumbled. She made a muscle jokingly. But Greta knew how fierce Carys’ love was, and even though her sister had about six inches on Carys, she had no doubt who the victor would be.

Not that she actually wanted her girlfriend to beat up her sister. Much.