The bell above Rosalie's shop door chimed as Aegis pushed inside.
Black Remedies had come a long way from the dusty, half-empty storefront Aegis remembered from her first visit. New shelves lined the walls, stocked with neatly labeled bottles and jars. The air smelled of herbs and something vaguely sulfuric, the scent of alchemy in progress.
Rosalie was bent over a cauldron at the back, her messy green hair tied up in a loose knot, muttering to herself.
"No, no, that's too much ashwort. The ratio should be three-to-one, not four-to-one, you absolute—"
Aegis leaned against the doorframe, watching.
Rosalie's workshop apron was tied tight around her waist, and the position she was in gave Aegis a spectacular view of her ass.
[Whoa.]
Figuring she could waste a few seconds, Aegis let herself appreciate it for a moment before clearing her throat.
"Working hard?"
"EEK!"
