"Thank you," she whispered and she picked a white coloured sweet and studied it, trying to guess the flavour. "Lookin' after t' home, and keepin' our Bram out of trouble, and laundry" - losing her closest friend - "and the usual stuff. It's nicer now that they're usin' t' nets and I don't have to gather bait. I think I should see if I can pick up a small job. Do ye know of anyone who needs some housekeepin' just for a few hours?" She put the sweet in her mouth. Peppermint rather than lemons. But also nice.