His mother had practically dragged him from the annex after what was supposed to be breakfast time, but lukewarm tea and a couple pieces of toast did not qualify in her opinion. And she had opinions, plenty of them and today's was that he not only needed to get out of the annex, but the house as well. It was hard to argue with her so after eating something better and washing up, Min had trekked to Diagon Alley in search of some ingredients for the preservation potions he was working on perfecting for his newest hobby; taxidermy. It was difficult, but he'd never met a puzzle he wasn't excited to figure out, so he was working through it.

The dank dark of the apothecary didn't really bother him much, nor did the smell, so he meandered right in without a second thought. There were a lot of techniques he was still looking to master, but he was also looking to put his own twist on some things he thought he might, with enough play, be able to improve. Min was no so bold as to think he could do it better but there was no harm in experimenting. Magical creature were different too, often imbued with their own magic that had to be worked around when preserving them. It was an interesting challenge he was happy to puzzle through.

He had a little handful of ingredients, a mix of dried herbs, liquids and other oddities (beetle wings) in his hands, when a cat went streaking between his feet, startling him. He stumbled backwards into the shelf nearby, causing a few things to go spilling off the shelf. The next thing he knew he was engulfed in a little puff of purple smoke that smelled suspiciously like rotting fruit and he coughed once it his his lungs, trying to cover it in his elbow only caused him to juggle the things in his arms precariously and that's when his foot caught some of the spilled liquid on the floor sending him crashing to the floor in a puddle of ingredients, questionable fluids and one broken vial. He swore under his breath in Korean, wondering just how much damage he'd done and now much he was going to wind up spending on fixing his mistake today. As he sat in the mess for a moment, he realized someone was watching him and the heat flooded his cheeks immediately. "Not my best work." He stammered out, one hand going to the back of his head before he realized it was covered in solution so he thought better of it.

"Making messes? Certainly. I'm not usually in the middle of it however." Half of Min's free time was spent making messes of some sort, especially given his newest hobby. Taxidermy was not for the squeamish and it was definitely a mess. None of his habits, gardening, lepidoptery, painting, were all that clean when he thought about it.

As the man removed the danger of the shattered glass, Min felt more comfortable standing up to take inventory of just how urgently he would need to go home (after paying for the mess of course, and getting new supplies). His robes were only slightly sodden, but the smell would not do. Straight home after this then. "I appreciate the help." He would have extended a hand, but that felt a little much, given the fact that he had spilled potion on his hands. Thankfully nothing felt weird yet.