A soft rustling of chiffon alerted Cordelia to the presence within the greenhouse; a soft smile tugged at her lips as she gently closed the door behind her.

"Hey," she murmured softly into the verdant glow of the room.

Oh, that dazzling grin. Cordelia found it to be completely contagious and she leaned back against the door with a giggle hiding just behind her teeth.

"Hey!" Came the jovial reply. Cordelia willed the inexplicable fluttering in her chest to stop long enough for her to remember what she had gone to the greenhouse to do in the first place. Try though she did, she could not stop the spread of joy across her face, and realizing that she must look like a slobbering fool, she pushed away from the door and dropped her eyes from Misty's.

"So uh, whatcha got goin' on?" She asked playfully, rubbing her hands together and miming rolling up her sleeves.

Ever turning each enchanting fluid movement into a dance, Misty turned a corner in a whirl of flowing skirts and wild hair, casting a breeze of lavender and something distinctly Earthy to the headmistress's nose in her wake.

"Ah, you know," she began, sprinkling a powdered substance into a jar of swamp mud and very green water. "Making mudpies and howlin' at the moon."

Cordelia's trapped giggle at last found a reason to break free and her peculiar eyes met Misty's wink once more. Shifting toward her partner in crime, Cordelia reached for the mixture and raised it to her crinkling nose. "Do you need any help with this stinky shit?" She inquired, raising an eyebrow and biting her bottom lip to keep from laughing.

Misty snatched it back a little too greedily and replaced it on the table in a fluttering panic. "No, uh, I've got it," she rambled quickly. "I'm trying not to mix energy in this particular one and I know bein' in a Coven is all about sharin' powers and energy, but you got a lot goin' on right now and your energy is kinda off an-" She stopped herself with a gentle intake of breath and hearing the sound of her own words, she hurriedly replaced her worry with a smile and moved to place her hand over Cordelia's. "But I would adore the company," she added, blushing slightly.

In the companionable silence that followed, Cordelia first noticed the music, and that it wasn't Stevie.

"Mist, what are you listening to?!"

Misty smiled brightly with the hint of embarrassment at getting caught cheating on Stevie. "Florence and the Machine," she replied sheepishly, dropping her gaze to the mixture in the bowl. "She's pretty fantastic. Big Stevie fan." She chanced a glance to Cordelia to gauge her awareness of the artist. "Are you familiar?"

Cordelia nodded slowly, the shy smile returning to her lips. "Yes, actually. That's my record you've got there." She gestured toward the turntable on an adjacent counter.

"Oh, shit, MIss Delia, I'm sorry," Misty stammered, stumbling toward the spinning vinyl. "I found it in the den and Zoe told me-"

Cordelia raced behind her, swiftly laying a firm hand to Misty's forearm. "Hey, Misty, it's okay." Her eyes found the blue of Misty's own and she nodded to reaffirm her words. "Anything in this house is yours to use freely. Especially music." What's mine is yours, she added to herself.

Misty moved away from the table tentatively, unsure of Cordelia's insistence. "Well, thank you, Miss Delia."

"So, why Flo?" Cordelia pried smoothly in an attempt to soothe them to their earlier pace.

"Oh, she's great! She sounds like birds singin' in the night and dew drops on leaves and that crisp feelin' of absolution and bein' so aware of nature that comes after a spring rain and-" She chuckled under her breath. "And she looks like that poster of Stevie I got on my bedroom wall."

"You never cease to amaze me, Misty Day."

Misty shook her head, hiding her blushing grin within the curtain of her hair. "I ain't never been nothin' special, you crazy fool."

Cordelia thumped her palm on the table. "Misty, you're a damn poet! And you see the most intricate beauty in everything. I wish I could see through your eyes."

Misty laughed throatily. "Darlin', you just want to see through any eyes," She mocked, eyes dancing.

"Hey! Low blow! Nothing below the belt!" But shining mismatched eyes gave away her truth.