“Oh, Merlin yes it is.” Just thinking about how much effort it required to try and remove the stains that tomato sauce could leave. She failed miserably at any domestic charms, and so she was forced to use cleaning solutions that seemed to rarely work. She had idly considered making a solution of her own, but the last time that that had happened her pants had ended up with a hole eaten straight through the denim. She laughed lightly at his comment before replying, “You’re probably right. And it tends to be the food I’d rather eat than wear.”
“Oh? Are you the older or younger brother? What kind of books to you sell?” She noticed him looking down at his empty ice cream cone and thought he almost resembled a child whose ice cream had melted off the cone. Not that she could blame him; the desert had been incredibly sweet, and she’d certainly want to replace it if she could. “Would you like to get more ice cream? I know that I wouldn’t mind having some myself. I’ll buy if you’d like, since it was my shirt that took what was left of yours.” This was how Hestia spoke. Every thought led into another one at the speed of light and sometimes it was hard to follow if you were not inside her mind.
“I could help find you some that basically take care of themselves. You just sit them in the sunlight and let them go. Water them maybe once a week and there you go!” She beamed brilliantly. If it was one thing Hestia knew better than potions, it was plants, which was in a large part, thanks to her mother who had taught her everything that she knew about plants. It suddenly occurred to her that she had idly mentioned her mother’s state of well-being to a total stranger. She wanted to slap herself in the face, but instead nodded in greeting to Fabian. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance! Now How about that ice cream?”