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"Apothecary? You mean like the medieval drugstore?" Mort asked.
He sat across from Lily at a restaurant in Chinatown. He was nervous about having lunch with her, but it was hard for him to interpret this lunch invitation as anything more than work.
She nodded as she slurped noodles between her lips. Very attractive lips, Mort thought.
"Yes, sort of like that. But nowadays they can mean a modern drugstore or a new-agey metaphysics store, herbal medicines, witchcraft stuff, that sort of thing," she said. "You shouldn't look so shocked, I mean it has been a thing for a long time. All that holistic stuff."
"And you think a pharmacist will be able to tell us something about the missing body of a Fey?"
"Well, not exactly."
She slurped up one more mouthful of noodles, put down he
