In Marvel, the System Works for Me
What a noble goal...
He reached the gate.
On the screen was a woman in a long dress, just past thirty. Even through the screen, her exhaustion was plain to see.
A voice came through the intercom on the iron gate. "I'm Winchester."
The steady, confident voice put Melinda a little more at ease. "Hello, Mr. Winchester. A friend told me you handle certain... unusual matters."
"Unusual matters..." Geralt considered it. He had nothing else to do, so he might as well find something to occupy himself.
"Come in."
The intercom sounded again, and the iron gate clicked open.
The flowers and plants in the yard were thriving. Someone had clearly tended them with care.
The front door opened.
A young woman in a black-and-white maid's dress opened it. She stepped aside, her face bright with inexplicable delight.
A black-haired teenager appeared behind her.
Melinda guessed he was the "young master" the maid had mentioned.
Then which of them was the steady-voiced Mr. Winchester?
"Hello. I'm Geralt Winchester."
"I'm Melinda Benjamin. Hello, Mr. Winchester?"
Geralt's voice sounded remarkably like the "Mr. Winchester" on the intercom, but Melinda could hardly believe it.
If it was him, Mr. Winchester was awfully young.
"If you mean the Mr. Winchester you spoke to earlier, then yes." Geralt could guess what Melinda was thinking: he was too young. He had heard it plenty of times.
Geralt went on, "Miss Melinda, since you're here, why not tell me about these 'unusual matters'? Perhaps I can help."
I'm here already, Melinda thought.
"Rebecca, make two cups of Three-Flower Tea."
"Yes, young master."
"Three-Flower Tea is made mainly with honeysuckle, chrysanthemum, and jasmine," Geralt explained. "It clears heat, detoxifies, and helps settle the mind."
"Th-thank you." Melinda understood that she must