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herbesetpotions[The good thing about running store, magical or not, was the routine. Witches coming and going with requests for herbs and potions to be made, regular humans and witches alike asking for cooking herbs and teas, other magical beings asking for other mystical objects that fell within Lionel's expertise, including the odd spellwork request. Faces became familiar and names were caught, so familiarity was built between storekeeper and client.
Lena, Lionel's two year old daughter, at this time was with his parents, giving him the time to focus on his shop and not about his daughter's well being for the moment, an arrangement that would continue until she was old enough for daycare.
And so he lived. The day was normal if slow, which made him allow himself the luxury of having a song play softly on his music player, the sound floating through the currently empty store. And then the door suddenly opened, making him look up, only to find an unfamiliar face.
His expression shifted to his usual polite and welcoming smile, welcoming the new client.] Ah, welcome.
Lena, Lionel's two year old daughter, at this time was with his parents, giving him the time to focus on his shop and not about his daughter's well being for the moment, an arrangement that would continue until she was old enough for daycare.
And so he lived. The day was normal if slow, which made him allow himself the luxury of having a song play softly on his music player, the sound floating through the currently empty store. And then the door suddenly opened, making him look up, only to find an unfamiliar face.
His expression shifted to his usual polite and welcoming smile, welcoming the new client.] Ah, welcome.
