Back at the cafe, a curious grandma Mayfair was pushing the door to Phoebe's office hesitantly. She was afraid that Phoebe was in a terrible mood after what had just transpired between her and Dickson.
Her brows shot up in surprise however when she found Phoebe humming as she put herbs in a bag.
"You seem to be in a jovial mood, I was expecting the opposite, where are the broken cups or spilled tonic? Pheebs I must warn you about Dickson, I think that he is a little too interested in you if know what I mean." Grandma Mayfair sighed, exhausted mentally, she sank into a chair.
"There are rumors about him..." she said hesitantly, "The things he likes to do to women in bed, they say he burns them with candles and whips them with ropes that have sharp barbs. Whatever he says to you, do not believe it no matter how much he professes his undying love."
