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[aldabeyoun]

It's a little odd to work out of her livingroom, but in Njoki's experience it's a good idea to have regular clinic hours set up for those that aren't comfortable with house calls. Most of what she does during these times is a bit of basic consulting, the occasional spot of under the table first aid, and listening to people talk through their own worries. It's never very busy, but this is her calling, not her job. Some of her friends and family have been helpful and discretely passed out her contact information and she knows that a little pocket money is a fine thing, but she doesn't believe she'll ever make a living off it.

As she fills and puts the kettle on, she huffs in amusement. At least it's a good excuse to make sure her flat is scrubbed and clean enough for company once a week.

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[aldabeyoun]

"Rather deal with something I can smack than that." Bugs are repellent, but a truth spell gets inside and that's just nasty. "Mind you, I can say that with easy because it's not my problem."

"Have you tried bathing in naturally running water?" It's not the greatest solution, but stripping down to nothing and then swimming in a river and getting out somewhere different from where you started often disrupts anything lingering. "I think that, and a bit of a floorwash ought to do the trick. If it doesn't we can move on to more, ah, thorough methods."

[stauncherhearted]

Nancy gives her a look. "Right. 'cause I'm going to go dip in the Thames in December, let alone at all." Could you blame her?

"I haven't, safe to say." She'd rather stick to her current curse, rather than discuss the truth curse she'd been under. She'd given far too much away- but at least she hadn't run into anyone that might truly use it against her.

[aldabeyoun]

"What's worse a river in December and a hot drink after or bugs? Make an offering to the river before you get in - wine is good - and be polite about it. She'll be doing you a favour. If not the Thames, take a day trip out to the country. The water needs only to be deep enough that you can be covered by it."

Curse-breaking through flashy magic isn't Njoki's style or skillset, but this ought to work. "I can mix the floorwash for you and you'll want to scrub it over your front porch and then rinse off all the floors in your house. It'll stop the magic from sticking to your feet."

[stauncherhearted]

She sighs. "And you've got a great point. Great. Thank you." Despite the sarcasm, she really does mean the thanks. Just going swimming in a river, or wading into it, sounds awful. But she'll take it if it means no more bugs.

"Front porch of my building, or outside my flat door?" She looks at her carefully. It's an odd sort of magic, in comparison to the sort Nancy had grown accustomed to. But it was still magic. It still ought to work.

[aldabeyoun]

"Both, if you can. But if not, just your threshold will do. You're cleaning out your space, the places that connect to you and your pathways." As she speaks, Njoki stands and gets out a pair of brown paperbags and starts to measure out various dried herbs into them. It all smells earthy and sweet in a pleasant sort of way.

"First, you scrub in the river, then you go home, scrub your floors, and after that, if you're still worried, take a long, hot bath with this." She scribbles 'floor' and 'soak' on their respective bags. "If all this doesn't work, you can come back and we can try something else or you might want to find a better cursebreaker. After this, I'd suggest transferring the curse to a chicken and killing it."

[stauncherhearted]

Nancy's taking copious mental notes the whole time that Njoki's measuring out the bags. Already she's quite sure she isn't going to mind the scrub down of herself or her flat. Hopefully she can find some natural water that's at least somewhat warm. Otherwise, warming spell. She was not going to get hypothermia because of some stupid little curse, thank-you-very-much.

"A chicke- no, y'know what, I don't think it'll have to come to that." She really didn't want to have to kill anything, let alone a chicken. "You're amazing, Njoki, really." She's beaming brightly at her friend. "What am I going to owe you for this? Other than a trip from the fumigator?"