 Etta and Tinka! Anashti l Brat Pack l Sally & Dr. Finklestein
While Roulan was not well versed in the language of flowers, she did happen to know a decent amount about nature's different oils and the properties they could possess to help with certain things. Roulan herself had a nightly bubble bath ritual in which she used a nice lavender scent to destress from the day and prepare for a night of rest. "Did you inherit her interest then for botanicals?" She noted the use of 'was' and her heart strings pulled for the young one. "I'm not quite good at cultivating them - I never stayed in one place long enough to practice. But I admire their beauty and the properties they offer. I was always particularly partial to how baby's breath looked." Had she ever chosen to marry, that might have been the flower she used.
It was hard to answer the next question, merely because Roulan didn't know yet. "Time will tell on that. But I do know I will always have time for whoever needs to swing by."
Rue smiled approvingly as Etta began to eat, and she reached out to pick at her own plate once again. "London. I believe my great nephew is actually associated with your sister. At least, through a friend of hers anyways." And Gray certainly had nothing but good things to say about Jin Ae, who in turn raved about the older Han. "Hmm. I think I quite like Halloween. Being someone new for a night is exciting. And it is an excellent excuse to indulge in sugar. What about you?"
The pop that came with Tinka and her whisk's arrival certainly startled Roulan, but she remained composed and did not show it. Instead she just smiled at the house elf. "oh I would always love something sweet, Tinka. We were just lamenting how wonderful of a job you and the other elves do with our meals and desserts. Might I have a serving of whatever is your favorite to make?"
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