"It's been a slow year, and I've not had my two best hands around to help. They jived out on me about a year back," Thomas teased with a light smile. The small strips of meat sizzled in the pan, and he could tell she was purposefully avoiding chat of Amelia. "I've been finding a few items laying around, my sources keep me well stocked as you saw yesterday. I haven't really dabbled in anything much since you poofed, but I've been bloody busy running the place by myself," he admitted as he started to fill her a plate.<br/><br/>Sitting down at the table besides her, he started to eat from his own dish as well, enjoying the savory flavors quietly. To be a real honest fellow, he knew he'd be able to ask her for some help with the shop. "By the way, since you are back, I figured you'd pick up your own duties. I don't know what you intended to do with that hunter out there, but I'm sure I'll have enough fire wood to keep me warm. Bloody cunt's like a walking sawmill." His smile was light hearted, but he knew he didn't have to explain to Shula he wasn't going to be comfortable with him here. A demon shop didn't have much in the way to provide, 'entertainment' to such a belligerent wanna be ghost.