Grace had been out and about pretty much all day. She hadn't bothered to leave a note for Trudy - they weren't each others' babysitter after all - so, she had to admit she was a little surprised to walk into a shop and find Trudy. Surprised, though she shouldn't have been. Having ground her latest cigarette into the ground a moment before entering, her fingers itched for something to do, but she kept them close, arms folded over her chest.

"Doors to other worlds, doors to this one. Maybe one of them will actually have plants I can look at," she complained, loud enough for anyone in the store to hear. "This plastic crap is bullshit."