Her social calendar for the rest of this month is an even mix between the archetypal work do and a number of invitations she received by dint of being new in town, a bit quiet, and obviously needing to be thrust onto the scene by well-meaning new acquaintances. She'll probably enjoy most of it, but there's a certain wry awareness at the half-reproachful look she gives him for that.

(Apparently one doesn't much stand on ceremony with someone after bullying him into one's shower and rose-scented bath products.)

Regardless, more interested in the stoppered vial than the envelope she does take a cursory look at her payment, assuring him, "I'm sure that it's sufficient," as she turns the vial into the light for a better look at whether or not that's the liquid or the glass. "What is this particularly?"