“It’s a precious few that can do something without a little instruction or push from someone else.” She isn’t sure if she says it as explanation or comfort.

“Mostly ones with aphrodisiac properties. Yeah. Lame. I know.” Margo rolls her eyes. “They sell like you wouldn’t believe, though. I work at an apothecary, here.” She explains with a smile. The Triple M Apothecary was becoming one of the more fashionable places to shop for one’s intimate needs.