endless summer — garden shop!

[jericho]

Jericho has been setting up shop in the boat docked by his home for the past few weeks — progress has been slow-moving, considering all he has on his plate as leader.  It's so difficult to find free time between everything he needs to do and everyone he has to meet, and even then he tries to split it amongst the town and the mountains and his garden.  Nevertheless, a week or so after beginning he thinks it might just be ready to open.  The ship is relatively small, its interior cleared and replaced with wooden floors and tables, shelves that fold out from vertical wooden slabs and counters that hang over the starboard side where the boat remains docked.  Every nook and cranny is made use of: giant pots and vases filled with flowers and bouquets crowding the floor, the boards decked out with boxes of seeds and crates of fruits and berries.  Underneath he's gathered all of the gardening supplies he can get his paws on in boxes, haphazard mixes of trowels and watering cans and cultivators.  There aren't as many of those (unlike some of his more natural offerings, it isn't as if tools grow on trees), but he thinks it'll be enough for now.  If nothing else, he's willing to rent them out.

The flowers have taken him some time to find (his own will take a while to even sprout, much less mature, as his garden is still new) but he's managed to collect a wide array, a vibrant rainbow of baby blues and bubblegum pinks and everything in between.  The fruits are all freshly collected from the orchard — it's the best season for them, after all.  The whole place smells of nectarine and strawberry and honey-sweet flora.  Jericho's begun to fall in love with every inch of it and gods, is he excited to share his passion with his clanmates and all those beyond.  The little ginger-furred feline wanders his tiny store, running his whiskers lightly against the flowers, with a pause every few steps to adjust them.  He's putting on the last finishing touches; he wants it to be perfect.  And it is — there's only one thing left to do.  Jericho hobbles forth to the docked side, ears pricked and warm amber gaze flickering about as his attention tries to determine whether there's anyone nearby.  "Ah... c-could someone help flip my closed sign so it, um, says open?" he calls, the skin beneath his fur turning red in his sheepishness.  The tabby himself is too short to reach it, but at least he'll have caught the attention of the others.

/welcome to jeri's gardening shop! he sells flowers, herbs, seeds, fruits/berries, and miscellaneous gardening supplies. he'll pretty much trade for anything he likes or can make use of. for a reference as to his shop, it looks like this but he sells flowers. i plan on making a concrete inventory at some point but for now you can just assume he has anything that falls into any of the categories listed.
p.s. he's also willing to help characters start their own gardens with anything they purchase ;^)