Ven had seen the flyers earlier in the day, but at the time didn't think much of visiting anytime soon. He had, of course, gravitated more towards item and weaponry shops given the current state of affairs -- as vague as they still were -- but after window-shopping there for the afternoon, he doubled back down the street with a more attentive eye on the other businesses, ducking in and out of them here and there just to get an idea of what was offered. He had time to kill, after all.

Upon spotting the flower shop, he stopped mid-step and examined the colorful display with interest. He certainly didn't dislike flowers, but neither had he any reason or person to buy them for; all the same, a glance inside didn't hurt, especially with those wide-eyed looks that those two kittens up front were trying to guilt him with. With Mograe in tow (and silent, as by now she knew better than to ask what possible interest Ven could have in this store), Ven made his way inside -- carefully, as the greeter-kittens followed him -- where he was greeted by the sound of more tiny cats further back.

It was a pleasant little place, feeling much more personal than business, somehow. Spotting who he assumed was the only employee currently in the place, Ven raised a hand in greeting and moved further in. "Hi! Are you the owner?"