The tap at the front of the shop brought Zanna's eyes up, a warm smile curving her lips – although, of course, her company couldn't see it. She could sense him a bit from where he was, the 'earthy' presence of him. As a Fae of a similar nature, Jade resonated pleasantly with her; meeting him had been like meeting an old friend or a long-missed family member. It was comfortable.
"Jade," she greeted pleasantly, the warmth in her voice an invitation inside, in and of itself. "Do you like it? It's a new blend. I needed something calming." It never occurred to Zanna to offer him help, or to assume that he might need it; he had always seemed perfectly capable. Instead, she bent to retrieve a second mug. "I'm okay, I think. Tired. I've been spending most of my time shoring up my stock, just to give it all away to the Bandaid Station." Things had finally begun to slow, though. And at least the bodies she'd had on hand had been enough to keep her in good supply.
"I'm glad to hear it's content. There's been enough upheaval without angry plants. Do you like more sugar or less?"