The brush of his lips against her knuckles was very gallant, and Zanna smiled genuinely at that, turning to watch him move around the little shop. Everything was as it had been, all in place, neat and pretty. The shop smelled like herbs and tea; there was a cup cooling on the counter, resting beside an iPad with a card scanning attachment. "Mm, we are all cousins in one way or another, the Fae," she shrugged off the comment, her tone breezy. "Describe them? Maybe I'll know who you're talking about."