Greer studied her sister over her coffee mug carefully. Lorelei was far more personable than she was, and a growing client base was really the crutch of it. If she had a steady flow of product and need for it, that was all that mattered. "Sounds like things are really working out then." Greer's own occupation was going fine, working at Gladrags was easy enough, always consistent work and as long as she kept her mouth shut and minded her manners, everything would continue in that manner. "Will you open a shop front?" There wasn't a ton of room in their little rented flat for a potions workshop, but they could probably make something work. As long as there were no mishaps.