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Melinda Bobbin (_melinda_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Melinda winced in sympathy; she was only too familiar with bad cramping, though had always been blessed with easy access to remedies, due to her father’s work as an Apothecary. With that explanation, Romilda’s clothes made perfect sense.

“Well, you’ve certainly come to the right place,” she assured her. “I’ve got just about any variation of chocolate you can think of and bottle of champagne, that if nothing else, makes the most magnificent crash if smashed against the floor.” She sent Romilda a sympathetic smile.

“What are you in the mood for? Milk, dark, or white? Cake? Truffle? Filled? Solid? Ice cream or parfait? Créme? Custard? You name it and if I don’t have it, I’ll make it for you.” With that, she waved her wand and summoned one of the bottles she used for her consultations. “This one is on the house.” After all, she wasn’t licensed to sell alcohol.