Who: Minatsuki and anyone
When: second day, mid morning before lunch
Where: Courtyard
Really, the thing that bothered Minastsuki the most about this drag of a prison was the fact that there was an overall lack of flowers. Even though they were tied to rotten memories involving her mother, she'd made a hobby of caring for them. Being away from a garden or conservatory for so long made her feel useless.... Well, once she got her hands on some more CP, she planned on filling her cell with them. For now, though, she had to settle with viewing the sparse patches of flowers that were scattered throughout the courtyard. They weren’t special, or very pretty at all. Mostly just weeds.
Anyone passing through the area that day would see Minatsuki sitting casually on a bench and twirling a dandelion between her fingers. She was also browsing idly through the rulebook for the first time since she arrived, which she kept on her person at all times, along with her candy. She didn’t trust anyone even in the slightest bit around her important possessions.