you walk into a bookshop, that sells tea? You would wonder but… oh well the tea is too good to stir trouble. Two people stand at the counter, one of them kneading dough on the counter, she has icy blond hair, the other woman standing pressed against her as she steeps a kettle, she has brown hair that may as-well be black. The later woman calls out to the boy cleaning the tables

Kianthe: “Gostling, can you watch the shop for a bit?”

Gostly: “my name is gostly- (sigh) nevermind”