"I'm sure he wouldn't." A small smile pulled at her lips, reminding me that she was very much in love. "But I also don't want him to have to deal with the consequences of me being tired all the time. And it's an important opening. There'll be people with a lot of money there."
"Understandable. So, do you want this one?" I waved my hand towards it.
"If you don't mind."
"Of course not." I flashed her a reassuring smile.
"Thanks, Clara. You're the best."
"No problem. I like making them. And I'm thankful for you taking me out last night. I had a good time."
"Even so, I'm grateful."
"Anything for family. Except for Uncle Jeremy," I joked.
She snorted. "That's because Uncle Jeremy would just ask for more rather than admitting he'd had a favour. Speaking of, if there's anything I can do for you, just let me know."
"Unless you're secretly a necromancer, or you know one, I don't think there's anything I need at the moment," I responded as I searched over a shelf for the right receptacle to put the potion in. I'd previously set a few to the side, but they were for the sleeping potions we sold in the shop, rather than giving them to my cousin.
A thoughtful expression crossed her face. "I might know a necromancer who could help. What do you need one for?"
"I'm trying to create a potion that will allow the person drinking it to dream of a dead loved one," I responded. "But I'm not getting very far. Maybe it needs some necromancy, or maybe it just needs some information that I don't have, but a necromancer would."
"Is there much demand for a potion like that?" she asked curiously.
"'I'll find out once I've managed to create it," I admitted, a pang of sadness going through me as I thought about dreaming of my dad. He's been gone for so long that he's rarely in my dreams anymore, and I wanted to change that. It was a selfish reason to create a potion, but sometimes it was good to do things for myself.
"Let me see what I can do," she said. "I might be able to find you a necromancer. I'll let you know if she agrees."
"Ominious. Who is this mysterious necromancer?"
"Thor's niece," she responded. "Don't worry, she's like seven hundred or something like that."
"I assumed as much. Though I should study up on my Norse mythology if you're going to continue dating Thor. The last thing I want is to insult one of his relatives by not knowing who they were."
Daisy laughed. "You'd be fine. I didn't even think that Thor was Thor at first. I figured he was using it as his business name." She smiled as if remembering something good. "Luckily, he didn't think badly of it."
I snorted. "Yeah, everyone who watched the show you were on knew that. It was so obvious that the two of you were hooking up."
"We weren't for most of it," she muttered. "And I knew that he was Thor-Thor by that point. Anyway, maybe you should come to the gallery opening? It's being sponsored by the Jinx Dating Agency, so you know the food and drink are going to be good."
"I've never had a reason to go to a Jinx event. They're expensive."
"True. But this one isn't one you'll have to pay for. You'll come as my guest. You can bring a date if you're seeing the woman from last night again..." From her expression, I could tell that she was waiting for me to provide more information.
"I'm not," I said firmly. "That was a one time thing with the intention of getting over Clemmy, nothing else."
"Did it work?"
I shrugged. "Not much to get over. It wasn't meant to be. That's neither of our faults. It's better that she's with someone she loves, and for me to find someone I love." I turned off the flame under the cauldron and started ladling it into a glass jar for Daisy. I was only partially lying. I was hurt by things ending with Clemmy, but it was mostly because of all the time I'd put into the relationship. Which told me everything I needed to know about how I really felt about her.
"You've always dealt with these things so well."
"What's the point of dwelling on it?" I asked.
"You say that as if you aren't trying to make a potion to dream about the dead."
"That's different. I don't want to dream about them for bad reasons, but so I can remember the good things. It's about remembering, not moving on from," I responded.
