Galway Girl [Closed]

[SolitareLee]

"I attempted to menace you," Bree said darkly. "It didn't take." She wasn't quite done trying, mind, but she was only human. She had limited options, and despite her propensity for violence, she did have limits, no matter how close she'd come to slapping him a few seconds earlier. "And why in god's name do you have Lipton iced tea in an office full of herbs?" she asked, sounding disgusted. It had both caffeine and artificial sugars. "I don't drink tea, anyway. Tisanes, or 'herbal teas' if you're a heathen." She had strong opinions on the definition of tea.

She didn't sit, preferring to stand, arms crossed. She would forever be taken for rude anyway, given that she was someone who always wore a hat indoors and had never figured out how 'polite' worked in society in general. She wasn't going to start trying to work it out for him. Although she was about to give him a lecture on manners... but she got quickly distracted by him doing... something... to the herbs on his shelves. She was familiar enough with magic-type things that her eyes could still sort of focus on the suddenly generic looking plants, before vaguely sort of sliding off.

"What did you do?" she asked, ears perking up under her hat as she wandered towards the herbs. Her tone had gone quickly from irritation to curiosity. She was somewhat easily distracted around things she knew nothing about. She reached towards one of them, and found herself feeling the one next to it. "I can still smell it, though," she accused.

Her ear twitched, and she turned, frown returning. "As for the book pages, yes. It wasn't an option I was giving you."