"You don't seem to slack off, though," Poppy commented. "You generally seem pretty on top of your work."
"Hm," she murmured thoughtfully, storing the information in her head. "Oh! I almost forgot. I have that lotion for you."
"Mmhm," she replied, sliding a mason jar across the desk to him. "Rub it in until it's absorbed completely."
She gave him a mischevious smile. "I've tried it on myself," she replied. "It worked really well. Em also said it worked. But I want to try it on someone outside my family."
Poppy leaned back and stretched, and her shirt slipped slightly up her side, revealing a dark, mottled bruise. "Hm. So what now?" she asked. "Do we have any more projects?"
Francis noticed, turning his head back to the jar thoughtfully. "I think you need this more than I do."