Agatha raised her eyebrows under the brim of her hat. "Oh, going quite well..." 

She cleared her throat. "Barrel, dear, if you've gotten everything you need, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave, now. There's a policy against more than one of you four being in the shop, anymore. You understand..."

On the one hand, the youngest witch fully agreed with the policy. When they weren't pulling pranks, they were often only a few choice words from starting a full out brawl with each other. On the other hand, though, she really wished she could be like all those girls in the books whose boyfriend could come visit them at work and hang around waiting for their shifts to end. But, Barrel's change of focus to mocking his brother quickly reminded her that unless they fully banned the rest of the tricksters and [i]only[/i] let him in, that would never happen. His family was just... too wild for it.

"Oh, that won't be entirely necessary, at least for today. I've got [i]this[/i] one quite under control." Lilith moved closer to the counter, pulling Lock behind her, then turned to him and flatly ordered, "[i]Sit[/i]."