#a_room_at_firnost

"Aye." (A thoughtful silence, remembering the mushroom in his hand, and reaching to gum it once more. Sedately) "I have the normal potions, but the one rarity....is one of Love."

"Not one....I would normally do."

A long, silent moment. "Lust? Bottled viagra?"

"Of course not." (A sigh, leaning back against the headboard) "I did it, because....he would have gone otherwhere for it, had I not. There are many that call themselves alchemists, but...."

"Many create with hammer, rather.....than a paintbrush."

"It is not so vulgar as that, Lady. Merely..." (He pauses, thoughtful) "It is....suggestive. It whispers, advises, tugs thy heart rather than seizing it. One that o'erlooks thee, may suddenly take notice. Aught that was of irritation afore, takes on a certain charm."

"A touch one had found repellant...such as that of a sluagh...." (A ghost of a smile) "May cease to be troublesome, to the mind of the lover."