"Sheridan. Maeve," she said replied taking his hand and shaking it firmly. "I work at Slugs and Jiggers. I'm a potioneer." And what a wonderful world it would be if she managed to find a way to never leave. The apothecary really was, to her, the sanest place in the world. Sometimes it felt like the only sane place. She considered asking about his shop, aware that was a perfectly good bit of small talk, what was expected in situations like this one but remained silent. Small talk wasn't her forte.