Who: Khemrys and Requiem
When: Some time after they own the shop and before the triumvirate breaks.
What: Family

Khemrys sighed and leaned against the counter, watching the (hopefully) last customer leave. She didn't mind long conversations in the least, especially about the uses of herbs, but when a person was so very wrong. In a locker to promote true love? No, please don't...

...even after she found out what a locker was.

No.

"A fool," Requiem chuckled, slipping in from the stillroom.

"Aye," She agreed, lifting her her face to smile weakly at him. "She'll not use it as I noted..."

"No," he chuckled, shifting to fill a mug with hot water from the water ta by the tea cupboard. "Here."

"Why are so many here intent to...not learn?!" she sighed, leaning her head on his arm in annoyance. Just...why? He had lived through it, obviously he could explain it, yes?

Requiem considered a moment, slipping the mugs into her hands and leaning a hip on the counter beside her, "this is an era of...instant and often false information. Questions can be answered quickly yet people believe the first answer they receive."

Khemrys stared down at the cup in her hands now and then lifted it to sniff it, this was a fun game they played, she made blends for him to scent, and he made blends for her to taste and identify. Whoever failed greatest in all the herbs did the house laundry the week, such as linens and towels. They did not oft need the bed linens changed yet but towels were incredibly useful at the tea station of the shop...

"Internet. There is the laptop upstairs I will be teaching you slowly."

"That thing," she hissed, hands tightening a moment. That...thing. Far beyond the tales of 'radio' in her this was a world of connection that wasn't...true. False words were as common, or more so, than true ones and that was what bothered her. "They rely on such?!"

"Yes," he admitted softly, stroking a hand down her braid soothingly.

"Foolish," she sighed, sipping and trying to relax. "Bee balm."

"And?" He chuckled.

"Catmint, Lemon verbena and..." she paused, puzzled a moment.

"And?" he drawled, amused.

"...and..." she rolled the flavors over her tongue and hummed a moment, "Saint's root."

"Saint's root?" he blinked, looking at her. "I think we need your journal."

"Ah..." she chuckled. ducking under the counter to grab her book. "This one!" After a moment of flipping anyway!

"Valerian."

She blinked at him then took her necklace off to wrap in silk. "Please...say...again?"

"Valerian," he chuckled softly.

She bent to her book, writing it carefully and showed it o him, "Saint's root."

"Yes," he agreed, laughing. "I want you to sleep. SLEEP woman."

"You want to drug me," she teased.

"Well, tomorrow is Jason's day off so I thought..." she might need energy? How this world worked versus her natural schedules?

"You like him," she teased gently, drinking deeper fro her cup.

Did he? "He is...young." Young was a good term wasn't it? "a man that dodged aging consequence with his position." As pomme.

"Ah, he is yet older than me though?"

That was true, and yet, "people grow slower in this world," he sighed. "By far. At his age, in older years, he'd be dead or have several children by now..."

Khem shifted the handle on her cup, watching it rather than her adopted brother for a time, He seems young," she agreed softly. "Yet..."

"...yet tempting?" Requiem snorted. "He has a golden cock I swear with how Jean Claude fawns on him..."

"...ah?!"

Right, right..."he will be well experienced should you wed," he gritted. "Drink your tea and pass out woman."

She laughed and tipped said liquid back, amused, "young men, I am told, after are, as long as he'd..."

"...cleave unto you regardless," he sighed, having heard it before. "This world is hard for absolutes dear sister."

She smiled a touch bitterly and finished her cup. "and at last the touch of licorice." Just to pad that statement a bit. "I cannot help where my heart may lie Requiem. He offered me sanctuary in this world, by lowest hour..."

"And little he suspected how important that might be. I've told you he's a fuck up," he sighed. And then some.

Khem smiled at Requiem gently and offered her hand, "let's go upstairs so I might sup, you'll hear if any enter to shop..."

Mistress of deflection her. Had his sisters lived he hoped they'd be like her honestly. "You do need to eat," he agreed in amusement.

"Aye," she laughed, poking him with her mug. "The better to earn fr the holdings of our High Lord."

"He enjoys his percentages," he agreed, "but eating isn't part of that poppet. Always eat alright?"

She smiled, washed the cup at the small counter sink and then moved for the stairs, "yes. We grant him as he is due and well. He is a kind high lord, not asking overly much."

He supposed that was true, given how others might abuse such. It was reassuring they served someone they could agree with...:yes. You...sister are...unique."

"That is the first true time you have called me sister," she smiled.

'...it is a truth as to how I feel," he smiled. "Why else would I fuss?"

"Obstinancy?" she laughed.

"Hardly," she was too...soft edged for that. He regretted that fact at times. Thankfully between Beryl and himself they contained those edges? "A nibble then sleep?"

"Fuss fuss fuss," she snickered, layering stewed meat between bread. "I am still unused to it..."

"I'm not sorry. nor would others be..."

"I am growing to accept it?" she laughed. "Slowly."

"As long as you sleep," he smirked. "Go. I'll mark my loss on the board." For tea identification."

Khemrys smiled again, fixed herself thick bread slices smeared with homemade jam, and swept a curtsy. "as it is so lord brother."

"Indeed, sleeeep," he chuckled, pushing her toward her room, "I'll wake you for shop opening."

"My gratitude," she grinned. "Rest well my brother."

"I..." he had a room her, with a bed, "...will."

Indeed.