“Coming right up,” Pollina replied breezily, a smile on her face as she took out a glass and their mid-shelf whiskey (it was usually what her regulars ordered on an ordinary day, though some came in to celebrate from time to time and treat themselves). “Oh it’s about the usual pace as you’d expect,” She said conversationally while she worked. “Although, tonight’s the sorting, so I imagine some a lot of folks might be waiting at home for owls from their first years.” Placing a glass in front of him, she poured him 2 fingers worth and turned to put the alcohol back on the shelf behind her. “I’ll be right back with your food.”

When she returned, it was with a plate full of steaming hot mashed potatoes, roasted pork and a hearty slice of bread. “Fresh bread from the Ivy Leaf.” She added with a smile, knowing how popular it was. “And when you have a free moment, Mr. Lochrin, I have a question about my magical lock box for you.”