Wouldn't it be nice if they could at least not look like a neckbeard's wet dream while they did this? Wouldn't it be nice if they didn't have to do this at all. But the Witch is shooing them off, listing out the herbs they need. This that and the other, go on, dearies.

"... Don't think we're getting a choice." She should have continued to take her chances with the salespeople. Anyway!

"What's yarrow look like?" Or any of them, actually.