"It really would be a shame to just abandon it." Nick's mind raced, his thoughts settling on Monroe's words: "run by the family for over a hundred years."
Besides the volumes of Grimm's Journal and a cabinet full of weapons specifically effective against Wesen, the RV Aunt Mary had left him also contained a large assortment of flasks and potions.
Although Nick and Dahlia had more or less finished organizing those hefty volumes of Grimm's Journal, there were also over a hundred assorted notebooks, experimental records, and other books beyond those formally compiled and transcribed journals. There was simply too much to read. Much of it concerned occultism, herbalism, and even medieval alchemy. Never mind whether they could get through it all-they could not understand it in the first place. The potions could only sit there, their uses unknown.
Monroe had said Miss Fox was an excellent apothecary. Didn't that mean heaven had sent them an expert? Wesen creatures and Grimms belonged to the same system, so in theory, their knowledge should overlap.
And so the way Nick looked at Monroe changed. It seemed he needed to make a real effort to win Miss Fox over and bring her into their circle as soon as possible. If necessary, a handsome man's-no, a handsome wolf's-seduction was not out of the question.
Fortunately, there was already some trust between them. Although he had gone there last night to clean up Monroe's mess and the case had been completely derailed, he had still avenged Rosalie. His stance as an unconventional Grimm should have been clear enough.
Still, this needed careful consideration. Trust was built a little at a time, after all. At that thought, Nick remembered why he had come. "Speaking of which, this wasn't why you wanted to meet me, was it?