#Scribner's care extends even to the smallest and most desperate roots.

[ask-scribner]

A mandrake is placed grumpily on the corner of the desk in the library, precariously close to a stack of overdue books. Its eyes fixate on the mistletoe hanging delicately above the entrance.

"Oh, isn't that bloody charming. Mistletoe. Romantic. Festive. Cliché as hell. Everyone's giggling and blushing under it, but do you think anyone comes over here to kiss me? No, they just shuffle past like I'm part of the bloody furniture. I'm right here! Am I not irresistible enough for a peck on the cheek?"

What do you do?

Oh, you poor, neglected little thing. If you're so desperate for attention, perhaps I could oblige with a kiss. Though you'd have to ask very sweetly.

And if you truly insist, I might even consider going down to tend to those tiny roots of yours with a gentle massage. But only if you beg properly - I do like to hear a bit of gratitude when I'm being generous.