Despite everything, she had kept her child-like wonder, her eyes still bright and unmarked by what she had seen, what she had experienced. She was small, at least for her species, and all the baby fat still clung to her form, though it gradually fell away as time passed and she grew older. There were few times where she had wished she was grown up.

Florence was attracted by the low humming, small paws bringing her to where Selby was caring for the plants, a painful spike of nostalgia running through her. She remembered the flower garden behind her house, the one her momma used to tend to when she was alive. Ever since, they had died, colorful petals growing brown and withered. Her daddy didn't care about flowers.

"Hello," she greets quietly, her usual childish cheer dampened by the memories. "what kind of plants are those?" she comes closer, her inquiry innocent as she looks over the flora, curious.

She knew a few kinds of flowers, like lilacs and roses--many of which grew in her mother's garden--but she didn't have much experience with herbs. She listens as he goes down the row, nodding and committing each name to memory, smiling as she leans over to sniff at a few of them. Their smells are strong, mixing with the earthy smell of the soil. She remembered trying to take care of her mother's flora, then the disappointment as they just ended up dying.

When he introduces himself, she looks back at him, flashing a smile. "My name's Florence..um, Bue-Beaufort. Beaufort!" she says, stumbling over her last name for a moment, then beaming once she finally got it. "It's nice to meet you, Selby!" she had never heard of such a name before, but it wasn't bad. Interesting, if anything.

She catches a form in the corner of her eye, and when she turns, she shrinks slightly at the sight of the large beast. His size was intimidating, as well as the way he watches them. But she reminded herself that she was brave, so she quickly straightened herself, head high as she regards him. She definitely agrees with his statement, though.

She can hardly contain her excitement at Selby's offer. She loved the idea of having a pretty flower garden like her mama's, but on the other hand, these herbs were awful interesting, too. She glances down at the plants, conflicted.

"I'd love that, mister Selby! But could I have some flowers, too?" she asks, shuffling her paws in the damp earth. "My mama, she had a real pretty flower garden, and I wanna grow some." she isn't sure how different herbs and flowers are, but surely they aren't that far apart.