[Honey]

It was always a gratifying moment when he saw the look on people’s faces when they saw his work, and he was sure that oftentimes he looked just as pleased and surprised as well. “Knotgrass, knotgrass, polygonum or polygonatum,” he hummed softly as he brushed past into the next room. Pushing away the ivy of the plants he revealed a small shaped filled with bottles and jars varying in size and shape. He pulled several from the shelf, peering through the glass at the contents and the messy scrawl across the label until he found the one he was looking for.

“Here we go, knotgrass, knotweed, polygonum, bistort, just what you’re looking for.” Pulling out the cork with a small pop as he re-entered the main hallway he plucked one of the stems and flowers from the bottle, and as he reached in for another he found it to be empty. Turning it over completely he gave it a shake or two and only got another couple of crushed petals. “I’m not sure I have enough for what you need,” he explained, putting the little remains back into the jar and setting it aside as he started back for his shelf of herbs. “How much did you say you needed again?”