[ Happy is bullshit, at least right now. It’s weird how happy she had been now that she can remember. What she forgot is that it never lasts long.

She lets the quiet stay that way, not worried about filling it, and then she’s shaking her head even as she reaches for the kettle. ]

Not magic, just willow bark or something. Part of a tree, anyway. I added honey to mine because it’s really bitter. I have enough left over, you can have the rest.