"While I am happy to defer to you on matters of herbology, Miss Sprout, I must insist that of the two of us, I am the authority on all matters medical," Stan chided, though not unkindly. He did not expect Miss Sprout to like it—he was beginning to think his patient was similar to his sister, insofar as their dedication to their work—but he hoped she would heed him, for his own good.

"I am confident the rest of your 'we' can see to matters while you convalesce."