“What, were you expecting a cauldron?” Peggy asked with a chuckle as she and her neighbour Helen walked into her immaculately kept stainless steel kitchen. Helen had moved in about a month before and the pair had chatted over the fence a couple of times. Helen had been struck by her new neighbour’s dress sense, really Gothic she had thought. But now for the first time Peggy had invited her into her home.
“I really wasn’t sure what to expect,” Helen mumbled.
“No worries, have a look around if you like, while I feed Mr Tibbles,” Peggy replied.
Helen looked at the shelf of alphabetically-arranged bottles bearing labels such as Bat Wings and Choke Weed. Each one was in a familiar shaped glass container with industrially printed labels with the logo and branding – Mccormick Speciality Spices.
“Do you mean you get this from Tesco’s next to the cinnamon?” Helen asked astonished at the sight.
“No, no, they have to be ordered from a catalogue. I think there’s one in the top drawer next to you if you want to have a look. And there’s the cat taken care of, so do you want me to brew something up for you?”
“Um – like a love potion or something?” Helen asked unsurely.
Peggy laughed. “I guess that could be arranged, but I was thinking more along the lines of a tea or a coffee.”
“Oh, sorry. Tea please. White and one sugar.”
“Coming right up,” Peggy said with a smile. “A love potion? So tell me about him?” Peggy teased.
Helen flushed and then said, “Just some guy at my new job.”
“Uuuh, tell me more,” Peggy said placing a steaming mug next to her new friend.
“He’s cute, and oh, you know,” Helen said blushing again.
Peggy walked back into the kitchen and took four of the bottles from the rack and set them on the counter. She then took the cover of a Ninja Multi Cooker.
“What are you doing?” Helen asked.
“Getting you that love potion,” Peggy said with a mischievous grin. “With the super cooker it will be ready in no time.”
First Line Friday: “What, were you expecting a cauldron?”