"You're welcome," Mona told the other girl. Mona suspected she knew at least a little of how much it meant to Prim. People probably didn't go around making people their best friends for finding any old random notebook. Besides, Mona had seen enough movies to know witches needed their books to do magic. That was probably at least somewhat true here as well.
Prim called the shop amazing and Mona felt that familiar feeling on unearned pride. She loved the shop herself, but it had been here when she arrived. There was no reason to feel proud of it, and yet Mona couldn't help herself.
To Prim's question, however, the pride was real and all her own. "I do," she told her happily. "Mix them all up right here," she said, gesturing to the many glass containers behind the counter, like a tiny apothecary.
She turned her gaze to the little glass pot on the counter, leaves and buds swirling inside it. "This one will be ready very soon, and you can tell me what you think."
Mona turned back to Prim and couldn't stop herself from asking, "are you a witch? Unless that's rude, that's probably kind of rude, I'm sorry, I just saw it looked kind of like spell things in your book - not that I was reading it, I just opened it to see what it was and I assumed it belonged to a witch. I'm sorry if that's rude, I just think it's cool is all."
Mona reminded herself to take a breath. She also reminded herself to be less of an idiot.