"Thank you," she murmured as she stepped through the door and moved towards the back tables almost by instinct. Should she apologize for not coming back sooner? Should she mention the time apart at all? Miss Hunniford he'd greeted, not Rosalie or (worse) Rosie; aside from his expression there was no hint of familiarity in his greeting. Rosalie forced a pleasant expression over the frown that she knew was likely forming on the corners of her lips. She wouldn't mention the time apart unless he did first. The last thing she needed him to think of her as was desperate.

Save for the color and scent of the potion brewing in the main cauldron, nothing about the workshop had visibly changed since her last visit. Was it always this perfectly organized? Rosalie had once been like this, but these last few months had bled her willpower to do so dry. Now, it was lucky that she knew where anything was in her office at work. She glanced back at the list, perhaps she ought to add a few focus potions to the list before someone at work noticed her frazzled behavior and questioned it.

She turned back to him and took in his raised eyebrow, the unasked question behind it. Or, the unasked question she assumed he was asking. "I've nowhere to be for the rest of the afternoon if you're able to brew any of them quickly. I can even help, if you'd like." She explained, still hiding behind the excuse of her list. Although, hopefully he'd see through her excuse for what it was and ask the question as bluntly as he once had.

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