[ it looks like everybody's doing that thing where they go back to pretending that rhys isn't there, so she'll do the same, idly shuffling through the shelves and peeking in paper bags for anything that could be misplaced, despite assuming she would find nothing. might as well just pass time until the announcement was made. ]

I see no point in fretting about it now. For all we know, it could be mere chance, or another rose to distract us from the scent of rubbish.

[ rubbish, of course, being the truth; another possible red herring. ]