The Apothecary had become a hub of sorts for the magic practitioners in the area. It had been that way for years and business had only seemed to grow after Lane's mother died. More people wanted to support the legacy of Rebecca Barnes, which Lane greatly appreciated. She had managed to update the small shop since her mother's passing, adding a small coffee station and a small nook-like library that people could use to peruse the rather ancient looking books that lined the small area. Some came in to learn, others just to study. Garden Falls was a college town, so the steady supply of soft couches and caffeine on the newly renovated south side of the shop had managed to leave her with a new customer base.<br/><br/>"We're out of Hawthorn leaves. Again." Steven said from behind a shelf.<br/><br/>"I've ordered them four times in the last two weeks." Lane replied to her brother. "I can't tell you how many times I've told love-sick teenage girls that love spells don't work like they want them to. We'd be out of rose water and thyme too, if they weren't able to get that from the grocery store."<br/><br/>"Maybe that's what you need..." Steve replied.<br/><br/>"Rose water and thyme?" Lane asked, confused.<br/><br/>"No, a love spell. It's been like forever since I've seen you on a date." He peered around the shelf and looked at her. Her brother smiled at her in a way that definitely meant he was up to no good.<br/><br/>"I--I date. I date a lot. You're just too busy saving the world in the big city to notice." She challenged.<br/>Steve was nearly 7 years her senior. Lane had been a surprise to her parents, who were happy to raise their only child all by his lonesome. He did not have the gifts with magic that Lane possessed, but he took to medicine and helping people heal from the time he was young, so it only made sense he had become a doctor.<br/><br/>Lane rounded the corner of the counter where the register sat and approached her brother. She folded her arms over her chest as he smirked at her. She took the box that he had in his arms and began placing ingredients on the shelf.<br/><br/>"I shouldn't even let you handle the glass bottles, your hand could slip and then your talented career as a surgeon would be over, and all you'd have to focus on was my love life." She teased him. She had intended to return his teasing in full, poking at him about his own love life, when the familiar chime of teh door rang.<br/>She had a customer. Sibling rivalry would have to wait.