Noble chuckled back at her. "I can have the basic ones ready by tomorrow," he said; he was too booked up today to fit additional potions in before supper. (Especially given he'd lost most of an hour to more — base pursuits.)

He gave her another look — the flush on her face, the way she leaned against the table. "You look good," Noble said mildly, as if the last chunk of time had not made it abundantly clear what he thought of her looks.