I'd love to read them. What sort of potion were you hoping to make? Maybe something that could compel someone to tell you their secrets? Ooh, we could try brewing up a love potion. I'm sure nothing could go wrong with that.

[ It should be obvious from the affect of her voice that she's joking, but a vicious little twist of insecurity in her gut has her scrambling to find something else to talk about before he can think too much about what she said. ]

Oh, I recognize this tree. We're getting close to the city now. Do you remember the name of that flower, by any chance? That would help the apothecary, I'm sure.