”That don’t sound borin’ at all. I probably wouldn’t be any good at it, but yer helpin’ put criminals away, right?” Her lips curled behind her scarf, a small dusting of color touching her cheeks when he asked her what she did.
A small shrug, and she turned her eyes away.
”I’m a florist. I arrange an’ sell flowers, but I got a garden of m’ own. Ain’t as impressive as bein’ a detective.”
“Yes, I am. Or, rather, I’m helping to find the correct criminals to help the authorities to put them away, anyway,” Hakuba laughed, shrugging his shoulders with a wincing smile. He was splitting hairs, but it had always been a bad habit of his.
“Regardless, ornamental horticulture is a time-honored tradition and requires an enormous attention to detail and a deft hand.” He paused for only a moment. “Do you mind if I ask another nosy question?”