Tess laughed at the familiar sight mirrored in her customer’s hands. “A thousand-fold, probably. It’s a mess,” she joked. “But I’d be happy to trial some of your potions, in exchange for a discount on the print job,” if her potions were any good, perhaps the advertising could be complimentary. “And – I can think of a few more potions we might need from time to time,” she said vaguely. (That she might find use for, really – Tess didn’t especially want to explain herself now, but if she was a good enough potioneer, perhaps she would find a reason to ask her eventually.)

It occurred to her that she hadn’t introduced herself, but had gone right into a proposal – so she gave a wry smile and added, “I’m Tess Whitby, by the way.”

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