Abigail Rook had never considered herself to be anything particularly special. Just another person just trying to get through each day as they came. This was, after all, how most people lived their lives regardless of whether they were so willing to admit it or not.
For the greater part of her life this was, in fact, true. That is not to say that there was no overall worth to a perceived mundane existence, even when one had a tug for something greater inside of them, as there was no right or wrong way to live one's life as long as they were not hurting others in the process. But looking back at the woman, little more than a young girl still trying to play at being an adult until it felt a little more natural, she once was, she could not have imagined how much it could change in such a comparatively short period of time.
Of course, most people couldn't rightly say they were expecting or could even fully comprehend becoming the host of a preternatural Sight that tore away the fabric of the illusions of the world around her.
But really, all things considered, things were rather normal for her. Presuming, of course, that one's opinion of what is normal involved living with a madman who was rather enjoying his semi-retirement - a stepping down of position, taking some of the brunt of the matter away from him, letting someone else take on a role of significance, or whichever other way he may have tried to justify making far too many things her problem at any given time - a ghost who was very much starting to enjoy her new life of being dead and still able to get out and about, and having a fiance who was a government official who was occasionally still being hunted for the crime of being alive, formerly dead and now alive again thanks to a twain feeling bad about it, and also was a dog some of the time. So, perfectly normal.
It was the slight chill to the air, rather different from the uncomfortable warmth outside, paired with a slightly too unfazed humming from the kitchen that informed the woman where those she shared the place she now called home were at that moment. Just on the off chance that there was a possibility of a fire or some very localised explosion, she made her way over. It wasn't that she particularly wanted to be involved, especially not with Jackaby's cooking, but she was rather getting back into the swing of the whole 'being involved' business and did not want to miss out on anything that could make for, if nothing else, a vaguely amusing story to tell Charlie when they had lunch the next day.
"There!" announced Jackaby the moment Abigail poked her head around the door, "It's ground cardamom, isn't it?" He held up a little unmarked glass jar of spices while Jenny was trying, and ultimately failing, to waft the man away from the bowl he was working on.
"Oh. I rather thought it was cinnamon, sir?" came Abigail's reply, squinting her eyes to precisely no benefit to try and make sense of the swirling colours.
"It's ground cumin," Jenny sighed, trying to sound more annoyed than she necessarily was, "Truly, you are just as bad as each other. Not one of those are alike."
"Are you sure?" the more living of the two women asked, "I thought cumin was more-"
"If you say something so abstract nobody would ever think you were describing a herb or a spice I swear I shall freeze your tea for the remainder of the week." the ghost warned with not quite enough of a deadpan to hide that she was joking.
The not so subtle wafting that the ghost had been previously busying herself with to try and chase Jackaby out of the kitchen had now been expanded to cover both of them. Fortunately, for Jenny's sake if nobody else's, Abigail picked up on this and so moved to leave the kitchen.
"Oh, and sir," the woman said, her own coaxing of the man away from the kitchen coming only slightly more subtly than the other, less living, woman, "There was something I was meaning to ask you. Did you have to put up with seeing your own aura all the time for so long too? Because this is frankly just very annoying and makes it hard to look at anything else without also seeing me."
