Re: May's Cottage: May L / Gwen R
The lack of partaking in the tea wasn't anything that May was going to call the girl on. She knew that everyone found comfort differently, and even though it had been a while since someone arrived at her doorstep, she still knew (for the most part) how to talk to someone.
It was interesting though, that the flowers she had there no longer had an effect. At least according to Gwen. May's skepticism was written plain across her face, and she made no effort to try to hide it. But she listened to the girl's words about natural toxins and how the flowers were wrong.
And then came the need. And May's eyebrows lifted high. She'd had some people want the same sort of thing for their own personal gain - or revenge. But she couldn't remember anyone ever sitting at her table and wanting first to know how it worked. "So there's something that you can't explain with science, and your first thought is magic. And instead of accepting that there are strange things in the world and having a little faith, you want to dissect the how of it." It was phrased like a question, but her voice stayed flat, without the inflection that would turn it into a query.