Well, that was unexpected. Mason had never had the stomach for such things himself, which was part of the reason he preferred plants, but he supposed that it wasn't a bad thing for the young Mr. Smellie to be interested in. "We look for a strong cry," Mason had to reinforce the glass on the greenhouse magically as they matured sometimes. "We watch their habits as they grow. They have such strong restorative purposes in their maturity that he make sure they're growing at the right rate and hitting their milestones." The adolescent stage was the hardest; it was when they were the most mischievous and secretive. "I often find the rounder ones to be stronger." He chuckled. They were not always easy to work with, and he didn't often hear back on the potions brewed with them, but nobody had complained about his stock of them so far.

"What have you discovered so far?" Mason was curious to see what it was that Quincy had uncovered so far in his dissection.