[Honey]

“I should have some more around here somewhere.” Fingering through more jars and bottles, he abandoned his search there in favor of rifling through his desk drawers. “The harvest season was not that long ago, and I don’t particularly remember selling so much that I’m already out,” the man explained, looking into an empty bottle before setting it aside and continuing to rummage.

“You know,” he started, closing that drawer and re-entering the foyer to look find the woman again. “If you’re using it for the potion there might be some kind of substitute, depending on how specific the recipe is.” With the small jar of a stem sitting on the counter, he swiped it to press it into the woman’s palm. “I will keep my eye out for the rest of the knotgrass though. Is there a way I might be able to let you know if I find it?”