a fresh wall. something's buried in here… tap to dig.
A note from me, about the shop upstairs.
Hi, I'm Bhargs. This little shop is meant to make flowers the way I would.
When you come in, my florist, agent-bhargs, talks with you first: how you're feeling, and maybe a silly question or two. Then it suggests an arrangement the way I'd build one: one tall stem, one leaning out to the side, something low in front, and sometimes a little filler. Nothing on screen changes until you say yes.
It knows what's in season in San Francisco and reaches for those flowers first. Ask for something out of season and you'll still get it, a bit wilted, the way it would be in real life.
The words come from an AI, so no two chats are the same. The drawing doesn't: the plants, their shapes and the wilting follow fixed rules, so the same choice always looks the same.
It never redraws before you agree, and it never asks twice. It never calls a flower in season when it isn't. It asks how you're feeling first, then keeps the silly questions to three at most, so you're not kept waiting for your flowers.
Pumpkin, the shop cat, keeps an eye on things from the window. Say hi.
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