 Yay, I finally got in!
Jane had been unable to continue her alchemical experiments for some time now, ever since her attack last year. They were far too demanding, mentally, physically, and emotionally, to be attempted by an invalid, even a recuperating one. But after her release from St. Mungo's she had made good use of her leave time at home to prepare a selection of coffee and tea blends from her own personal recipe book, and was now laying out a row of neat packets and boxes on the top of the long counter. In front, she had already set up a small sign, neatly (and beautifully) lettered on good paper stock:
Please Help Yourself
She noticed their esteemed Minister Hollingberry rummaging about in some of the drawers at the other end, obviously looking for something. She thought of offering to help, but he seemed so intent (and so happy) doing this task (whatever it was) himself that she hesitated to bother him. Shrugging her shoulders, she turned back to her teas. |