Havdalah. The first fire of the new week. Siuan loved sorting the spices and sprinkling them into the ornate silver-plated Havdalah box, polishing the filigree, fondly handling the treasured heirloom. True to form, it boasted an unusual feature. Moiraine laughed when she first saw it. Siuan and her fish. She had grown to love that box, watching Siuan tend to it, feeling as if the spices that poured from those deft fingers were part of the magic that encircled the woman. She had started to share her wife's enthusiasm for the star gazing that signalled the end of Shabbat. Sometimes she thought that heaven must be just that.

She broke her daydream to look over to see Siuan log into the synagogue online forum to begin addressing the daily messages. She skimmed over the first one and sighed.

'Seriously?'

Moiraine peered over her shoulder in disbelief.

'How are you going to answer that?'

Siuan sighed and rubbed her temples.

'How does he think of these things?'

She sat up and started typing. Moiraine sniggered as she saw the direction of the reply.

Dear Lan

'You can't write that' chided Moiraine.

'Why not, I know its him. Control your bodyguard.'

Moiraine knew that Lan's mischievous streak was explained by the boredom of the recent heatwave. He was entirely capable of affectionately trolling Siuan. This looked like some of his handiwork.

Dear anon, thank you for your thought provoking question. Technically there is no rule against including cannabis as part of the spice mix for the Havdalah box but shavua tov, let's start the week on a high was probably not what Hashem had in mind. Perhaps change up the ingredients every week to keep it stimulating. Some myrtle, lemon thyme, za'atar, even some onion or garlic power if you so wish.'

'Seriously with the garlic power?'

Siuan grinned.

'It's unorthodox but it's a valid suggestion if he wants to meddle with the spice mix.'

'Some nutter is going to do that.'

'Well it's Lan so he'll probably raid the box's contents to barbeque with if he's bored enough. He'll have to make do with the usual this week' said Siuan briskly as she sent off her reply. They thought nothing more of it until the end of Shabbat. No sooner had Siuan lit the plaited candle, a round of giggling chorused around the circle. Siuan looked around suspiciously. Moiraine froze, realising the same thing. They could smell something decidedly unsociable emanating in the air.

The nutter had spiked the Havdalah box. Apprehended at the scene, he was marched away to Siuan's office and held for interrogation.

'In hindsight, it was pretty funny' commented Moiraine.

'Tell him nothing. Make him think he's in disgrace' commanded Siuan with a smile. She wasn't going to admit anything. Lan was made to polish and clean the Havdalah box spotlessly every week for a month. Some things you just should not cross Siuan over.