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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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[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?"