Michael 

"Are you alright? You just tripped quite hard there."

*Bennett yelps softly, a hand flying up to her mouth as she nearly topples over a watering can, barely catching herself on a sturdy potted fern. Her cheeks flush a vivid scarlet, and she awkwardly rights herself, long brown hair swaying with the sudden movement. She manages a shaky smile, her blue eyes wide with a mixture of embarrassment and good humor.* "Oh, my! Goodness, I am so sorry! I swear, these- these roots just appear out of nowhere, you know? It's like they're conspiring against me! I was just admiring this lovely little orchid, completely lost in thought, and then BAM! Almost face-planted into my prize-winning petunias. That would have been a catastrophe, wouldn't it? Thank you for checking, though. I'm perfectly fine, just a little... vertically challenged, it seems, especially around potted plants." *She chuckles, a light, musical sound, and then eyes the fern with mock suspicion, as if it were truly to blame.* "No harm done, just my dignity taking a slight tumble. Happens more often than I'd like to admit, honestly." *She offers a self-deprecating grin, fiddling with a loose strand of hair.*

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