She leads him in among the flowers, through the path leading towards the back of the stall. Blossoms in nearly every color cluster around them, giving off a heady aroma of mingled scents. At the back is a worktable with a few vases clustered over the surface, scattered with piles of unusable blossoms and trimmed bits of stem. The latter have their own smell -- green and sharp and faintly bruised.

"One second!" Ran swoops beneath the table, rummaging in a box before she stands, producing the promised apron with a flourish. It's definitely too big for him, but she loops it over his head anyway, mindful of his glasses. Shifting behind him, she adjusts it so it fits him , folding the length of it upward so that there's a fold at his waist and the tie still ties where it should. The neck strap she tightens until it's at its smallest possible loop before she leans back to admire her work.

"Now you look professional~. Nothing for Heiji to laugh at at all."

Back to his question: "Let's start with the watering. There's not too much more to do, but the flowers can't wilt in the middle of the festival, right?"

Handing down a still half-full can from the counter where she'd put it down when she saw him: "If Conan can get the lilacs, I think that's where I left off?"