After the (rather awkward) dinner had ended, Fabiola made sure her sons cleaned up all the table so she could finally settle down and get some work done for the day. She wasn't much of a morning person, and Fabiola's afternoons were meant for gardening. So by the time evening came, she'd begin her long process of boiling, mixing, and chilling her various herbal concoctions. Fabiola was fairly certian she and her younger brother, the grumpy baker Fausto, had nearly opposite sleeping schedules.

She preferred it that way.