A potioneer, lucky him. It had taken him a while, longer than he would care to admit, that it was not a weakness to accept help. So far Miss Owens had been nothing but generous and so he was not surprised by her offer to make him something. "I received treatment in the States and it is leagues better, but I will never say no to anything that could possibly rid me of the ache." It was dull and manageable, but it was slightly maddening sometimes. He'd been down this road before and it was better than it used to be, so he wasn't going to get hung up on hoping for some miracle cure.

At the mention of her cousin, one who worked in his department, though not directly under him, Eugene nodded. "I know the name, the Spirit Division is its own entity sometimes. I wouldn't pretend to know how they get on." He chuckled. "I worked in the Beast Division previously." There was rarely overlap. It wasn't like manticores often turned into ghosts. Wouldn't that be terrifying?

The housekeeper finally arrived with their cocoa and some other treats on offer. She poured them each a cup, but Eugene held back to let Miss Owens have first pick. Which was of course when Ginger and Sage came careening into the sitting room, heading straight for Theseus with his trains. "If you'll pardon the menagerie, I cannot often keep work at work." He motioned with his head about the nifflers with a soft chuckle.