Prim accepted the book lovingly, pulling it close to her chest for a moment. "You can't know how much this means to me. Thank you for returning it." During its time missing, she had been forced to consider the idea that her grimoire was gone forever; the thought of starting all over, of losing so much, had been heartbreaking.
"I'm very much in your debt." Prim composed herself quickly, not wanting to seem strange in her emotional attachment to the book, and took a few seconds to look around the tearoom. It was quirky and interesting, and the cups steeping on the table smelled like they came from real, actual heaven. "For giving me a reason to come in, too. This is amazing. Do you make your own blends?"