[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s House – Chicago, IL 
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	[color=#DB7093]”Some,”[/color] I say with a nod. [color=#DB7093]”The lemon tree I grew from its seeds. It's not easy, mind you, but he’s doing so well now. A few I propagated from plants on the property. The carnivorous plants I had to order in. Others are native from Europe and the UK, but those have more medicinal properties,”[/color] I say, glancing at Nic as he wanderers.

	I pour out the glasses of wine before setting the bottle down. I don’t sit down, though. I grab the ladder from the corner and set it up so I can check on the plants growing on the shelf.

	[color=#DB7093]”Hello, ladies. Getting along, okay? Nic, the bookcase has some drawers. The top one on the left has scissors, can you bring them to me, please?”[/color] I ask, after examining the pothos plants. [color=#DB7093][i]”Na gabh dragh a nighean bheag. Ceartaichidh mi thu.”[/i][/color] I pinch off a couple of clusters that will bud flowers while I wait for Nic. The plant seems to respond to my touch, perking up and turning its leaves towards me. [color=#DB7093][i]”Oidhche mhath.[/i][/color]

[hider=Translations]Gaelic: Don't worry, little girl. I will correct you.
Good evening.[/hider]