Poor BAB's bro-in-law had to put up with three gals in his kitchen who were mildly to overly enthused about the essential oil potions we were brewing in his kitchen.
"I'm bottling Hope!"
"Are you sure no one wants any patchouli drops?"
"Which one is good for stretch marks?"
"More white wine for all!"
He said he didn't want any part of our "voodoo witchcraft"... But what he doesn't know is that BAB's sister has been secretly rubbing the Purification blend on him whilst he sleeps! [witchy cackle!]
He should just be grateful we waited
to talk about our periods after he went up to bed.