Trish laughed, ducking her head for a moment as the scrub brush surfaced from Hannah's pocket. "You would think that with such a small group of us, we'd be less busy, wouldn't you?" She asked, her smile lingering. Truth was Trish was a workaholic. She enjoyed being busy. But here, looking at Hannah, she couldn't figure out why she would ever choose to spend any more time in the apothecary than she'd have to, when she could spend that time with Hannah.
Albus could look after things just fine, she decided.
She extended her hand to invite Hanna inside. Her heart practically tripped over itself at the idea of Hannah taking it.