Exchange
By Lacey52

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Note: Oh so short, but look: I really am still alive and writing…just maybe not what you all wanted me to write. Ah well. Enjoy!

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Couple: Lunch Lady and Box Ghost
Rating: K for kiddies
Genre: Romance/slight Humor

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It was just a flower.

Sitting innocently outside her door, a small pansy of bright yellow and deep, rich purple caught her by surprise that morning. She had been making her way out to do her daily chores, wreck some havoc, and maybe help a few delinquent children see the plight that came from eating unhealthily when it had caught her eye. Sitting there, patiently awaiting her arrival.

It was just a flower, but it made her so very happy.

The best thing was she knew exactly who it was from. He remembered that she loved anything edible and so had sought a way to incorporate both courting and food in this time honored tradition of flower giving. Roses were her favorite, but few people knew that they were edible. Pansies, however, were much more widely known and used. He'd put thought into it, and that brought a smile to her lips.

The next time he appeared at her apartment, another small pansy in hand, she had made him stay outside of her door, his nervous chatter following her back into her home. Coming back out found her handing him a beautifully carved box. She thought he might cry when he looked it over; the exquisite craftsmanship, beautiful coloration, perfect hinges and lock…

That night a knock on her door had her sleepily making her way to open it. There was no one, but she wasn't going to let that fool her. She was a ghost, after all, and so looked cautiously around before stepping out fully to find the disturbance. Up and left and right and then…down.

And there was the box, it's lid partially opened with a few flowers spilling out…and a familiar white powder. Flowers and flour.

She was in love.

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