Merri's excitement and exuberance was the sort of thing a cynic could doubt — and she almost would have, if she hadn't vaguely known him for so many years and thus known that he wasn't faking any of it. "I'll have your people contact my people and we'll do lunch," she joked, scribbling a receipt for the potions and handing it to the man. Of course, the irony was that Cyclone didn't have people. She was Cormac's people.
She then started herding him, much like she'd herded her younger cousins once upon a time, gently ushering him towards the door.