Buttercup watched as the taller woman walked off, assuming Buttercup would follow. Something about the lady both scared and intrigued Buttercup, and she found herself following. It may have been the comfort she found in The Murky Cauldron, but she didn’t feel any malice coming from the woman.
“My name is Tansy, by the way, proprietor of The Murky Cauldron,” the lady said as she led Buttercup to a small kitchen area toward the back of the store. “Tansy Paxton if you wish to be formal, but I hate formal. It’s way too stiff for me.”
Buttercup smiled as Tansy talked. “People call me Buttercup.” She stuffed her hands in her pockets as she stood there watching the other woman move about the tiny kitchen.