Taweret smiled broadly and stood to move over to her sister. “I am too. Not just thankful, but glad.” Her hands reached out to wrap around and bring her in for a tight embrace. “You two are as strange as strange can be in my mind but I wouldn't have you any other way.” Which she wouldn't. Her siblings were exactly as they were meant to be. Even with as odd and quirky as their brother was and his bizarre sense of humor that often made Taweret just raise her eyebrow and wonder what he thought was so funny about what he was laughing about. But, he was still a good man inside.
“Compared to you two, I'm the weird one. Not everyone can be loud and crass and speak what is on their mind all the time. People tend to get afraid of that.” She grinned, poking fun of the fact that there was a large portion of folk that interfered with her trying to work and called her a demon. She honestly didn't care. Taweret knew what she was, her opinion was what mattered. That and maybe that of her family. She didn't have any husband to fret about.
“So, you do what you do, you find what works and you come back and tell me the happy,” and hopefully dirty, “details.”