"That's amazing. My Mum has a friend that mixes her own brews, and her teas were the stuff of legend. Much better than anything from a box." The smells rising from the steeping tea gave Prim the idea that maybe it was the stuff of legend, too. She would have to write her mother to tell her she had found a quality tea shop with proper blends.
Mona's question raised one of her dark eyebrows, one corner of her mouth quirking as the redhead went on a bit. Living in a place like this, Prim thought she would have been used to asking the what-are-you question, but Mona seemed to be struggling with it. "I am," she confirmed, her little smile still in place. "A witch from a family of them. And I don't think it's rude to ask. I think it's best to know what you're dealing with when you can, yeah?"
Given that she had just gotten it back, Prim was a little hesitant to let the book go. But she did so, laying it gently down on the table beside the teapot. "This is my grimoire. It's like my copy of my family's collective knowledge, along with my own. It's... completely irreplaceable. So your finding it means quite a lot. I'm in your debt, Mona."