Lester didn't believe her, but he was also sure that she did not believe him, so there was nothing to do there.

"I need to evaluate belladonna quality," he admitted to her, in a bit of an undertone. He didn't want anyone else to know that he had an extra work task. It was making him feel a smidge incompetent. "My school-grade belladonna isn't as good as it needs to be."

Or so the healer had said; Lester obviously wasn't understanding.